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The Iris by Theodora Goss All of life is trouble. It is trouble simply to get out of bed in the morning, to leave the safety of cool sheets, like swaddling clothes or shrouds. Each evening, we crawl back into … Continue reading →

Thoughts While Sitting on Top of a Cliff in Ireland by Theodora Goss The sea below me is furling and unfurling like a banner. I wonder whose banner it is, whose standard is so blue. There is a yellow flower … Continue reading →

An Important Question by Theodora Goss When she decides to drop her eyes instead of looking back at him, a refusal rather than a return of attention, is she perhaps missing the chance to change her life, to find whatever … Continue reading →

On the Topic of Love by Theodora Goss I was thinking about the topic of love, as in what is it exactly? It’s not like the ocean, or a tree, or a rock — these are things I understand. Love, … Continue reading →

Prescription by Theodora Goss Take a crabapple tree in spring, white with blossoms. Take it in the early morning, while all the birds in the elms are dropping their notes on the front porch, and the white moths are still … Continue reading →

Mirror, Mirror by Theodora Goss Each morning, standing barefoot on cold tiles, I ask you, not who is the fairest in the land — I’m neither that vain nor ambitious. But am I as fair as I was yesterday, or … Continue reading →

Lesson Learned from a Sidewalk by Theodora Goss If you’re not broken, flowers can’t grow out of you. (The image is The Sensitive Plant by Charles Robinson.)