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The Willow’s Story by Theodora Goss The willow was once a bride, and dressed herself in white, and veiled herself with laces, and blossoms filled her hair, but her love he rode for London in the middle of the night, … Continue reading →

Me and the Moon by Theodora Goss And then there is the part of me that turns away, that says this is too much, this has gone on too long, the part that wants the silence after the song. That … Continue reading →

Poetry, Damn It by Theodora Goss Sometimes a poem won’t do what you want it to. (The image is Woman Writing by Pierre Bonnard.)

The Country of Myself by Theodora Goss There are days on which I return to the country of myself and close the borders. I order the trains to stop running, and ground the airplanes. Barriers are erected at the checkpoints. … Continue reading →

Sun and Moon by Theodora Goss Sometimes you forget that you are magical. Sometimes you forget that the moon keeps her face turned earthward just so she can watch over you — she is so jealous of the sun, who … Continue reading →

The Photograph by Theodora Goss Forgive me, he said, for sending you a picture of myself. But there, you see, in the background are some interesting hills, and on the lake there is a heron as blue as the lake. … Continue reading →

Wild Heart by Theodora Goss Wild heart, why do you lament? The autumn winds blow cold, and leaves lie on the pavement in heaps of crimson and gold. The river sleeps under panes of ice, the grass on its banks … Continue reading →