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String Quartet by Theodora Goss The violin speaks to the violin and the viol interrupts. The cello adds its opinions, intermittently. They are like a dysfunctional family, arguing with one another, saying different things, and yet out of disharmony comes … Continue reading →

The Nest by Theodora Goss I found a nest about the size of my hand fallen to the ground in the park around the Magyar Nemzeti Múzeum, which contains artifacts from throughout Hungarian history — starting with the Neolithic, through … Continue reading →

In the Mátra (for Norbert) by Theodora Goss The rock ladies thought it was rude when I asked about their age. “How old are these rocks?” I asked. And of course they heard me, the craggy, lichen-covered rock ladies with … Continue reading →

Approaching Budapest (Again) by Theodora Goss City of my heart, I am flying to you at a hundred miles an hour, while below you lie dreaming, wearing the Danube like a sash around your ball gown, the one you fell … Continue reading →

St. Mary Abbots, June 13, 2025 by Theodora Goss In the nave of St. Mary Abbots, students from the Royal College of Music are playing a lunchtime concert — Schumann, Haydn, and a French composer named Milhaud, whom I’ve never … Continue reading →

Lilies of the Valley by Theodora Goss I was sitting on a bench under tall trees looking at the leaves of lilies of the valley (but they weren’t in a valley, just growing out of last year’s dried brown leaf … Continue reading →

A Stand of Birches by Theodora Goss In the evening, the white birch ladies lift their skirts by the water so elegantly, as though being presented at court to the queen herself, the pale moon, showing her face in the … Continue reading →