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Madeleine in the Bois d’Amour (Émile Bernard, 1892) by Theodora Goss The girl is picking a flower from the pink tree. Her hat is lying on the grass because it is springtime — the sun is shining, the forest behind … Continue reading →

The Hellebore by Theodora Goss It was January, and yet the green leaves of the hellebore still stuck out of last year’s leaf mold, mostly oak and maple, edged with frost (there was frost all over the garden), rising leathery … Continue reading →

Autumn by Theodora Goss The leaves are falling and falling, and you are gone. I lie alone while the sky fills up with darkness like a cup. Moonlight spills on the white pillow where you used to lie. An owl … Continue reading →

Furnishing My Grave by Theodora Goss Here are the things I want in my tomb: a cornstraw broom so my soul can fly to the moon and back, a small black stone polished until it shines like a mirror to … Continue reading →

A Cold Morning by Theodora Goss It was the sort of morning when cold got into my bones. Outside, the snow would not melt until March, probably. It lay on the porch like a thin layer of frosting topped with … Continue reading →

Your House by Theodora Goss One day, it may be time to dismantle your house. Yes, the one you built so carefully of brick, remembering the third pig in the fairy tale, to be storm-proof and wolf-proof, to stand for … Continue reading →

The Mountain by Theodora Goss Has anyone ever told you that the changing expressions on your face are like the weather on a mountain? Sometimes sunlit, but more often veiled in clouds, always mysterious, like fog moving among pine trees, … Continue reading →