Author Archives: Theodora Goss

The Photographer by Theodora Goss The photographer bought a hut on the estate of the viscounts of Almansa from the doctor, the grandson of the old viscount, a hut that had for centuries been for the shepherds and their sheep. … Continue reading →

The Thief by Theodora Goss It happened on a Tuesday. She stole away from her respectable self, the self with duties, responsibilities. Slouching, she slunk like a common criminal through back streets, to a café she had seen the week … Continue reading →

What Galatea Said by Theodora Goss You made me, breast and thigh, the curves of my belly. Out of marble you selected yourself from a quarry in the mountains outside the city of Carrara, the color of bleached linen or … Continue reading →

Spring Poem by Theodora Goss It was spring. All the birds were building their nests and I had no nest. They were settling down and finding a place to rest and I had no place to rest, or to lay … Continue reading →

To Be a Woman by Theodora Goss To be a woman is to be always holding the tears of others, the fears, the dreams and hopes and desires of others, as a jar holds water. There are days on which … Continue reading →

The Bat-Woman by Theodora Goss She lives in the darkness of the cave. She hangs upside down by her toes, she clutches a fissure in the rock, the long nails of her toes hanging on, the rest of her hanging … Continue reading →

The Kreagra (Bronze, 450-350 BC) by Theodora Goss In a case in the Museum of Fine Arts in Budapest, there is a kreagra. It looks a bit like the end of a garden rake if its tines resembled the arms … Continue reading →