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As Twilight Came to the Park
As Twilight Came to the Park by Theodora Goss There was a moment, as twilight came to the park, when suddenly the lights turned on, and the birds began to chatter and clatter as they do just before dawn, an … Continue reading
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The Language of Birds
The Language of Birds by Theodora Goss Once upon a time, you knew the language of birds. Don’t you remember? They spoke to you in the morning and in the evening, and you could respond in their own language — … Continue reading
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In Praise of Complexity
In Praise of Complexity by Theodora Goss The eye delights in these: the corbels under the edge of the roof of the Nemzeti Múzeum, which look like furled bits of foliage, perhaps acanthus leaves curled in on themselves, and then … Continue reading
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The Blasted Willow
The Blasted Willow by Theodora Goss Several years ago, the willow by the pond of the Hall’s Pond Nature Preserve was struck by lightning. It split in two, one half fallen into the water, the other still standing, its trunk … Continue reading
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The Broadleaf Arrowhead (or Duck-Potato)
The Broadleaf Arrowhead (or Duck-Potato) by Theodora Goss Oh beautiful! Beside the footbridge, growing out of the water, are the large green leaves of a plant called broadleaf arrowhead or duck-potato. Among them, from the water, rise green stems called … Continue reading
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How to Create a Monster
How to Create a Monster by Theodora Goss First you must learn how to sew. He had never learned, you see — no, not he, the mad-for-science boy, for whom I was just another pretty toy, his Elizabeth, his Liz, … Continue reading
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The Poet Dreams of Blodeuwedd
The Poet Dreams of Blodeuwedd for Francis Ledwidge (1887-1917) He dreamed of her, the woman made of flowers, someplace near Ypres, beneath the bombs. She walked in trenches that were also tombs and like a linnet sang through endless hours … Continue reading
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