The Beech Forest by Theodora Goss Underneath the trees there were beech leaves fallen the previous autumn. We walked over them hand in hand, each of us pensive, thinking about time and its passing,…

A Trip to the Seashore by Theodora Goss You said the waves must love the strand: look how they reach for her, ceaselessly, ceaselessly stretching their hands, as though perhaps this time they might…

September Afternoon by Theodora Goss I cannot explain the glory of this world. There are no words adequate, no adjectives that would suffice — beauty, splendor, wonder — none sufficient…

The Fairy Fantasies of George MacDonald by Theodora Goss There is an image that has stayed with me since childhood: a tall woman, almost impossibly tall, taller than the tops of the London houses, …

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Issue five: poem by Theodora Goss

The Wildflower Garden by Theodora Goss There is a bee busy in the purple tuft of the knapweed, perfectly happy — like me, actually, hidden among the Queen Anne’s lace and goldenrod, sitting a…

The People Who Keep to the Paths by Theodora Goss There are people in Kensington Gardens who keep to the paths, walking straight, one foot in front of the other, like soldiers, upright, respectable…

Evening Song by Theodora Goss Lady, take me in your arms as my mother used to do, and let us sail together in a boat for just us two upon the stormy seas — but you can calm them with a word a…

The Lady of Lothlórien is more than one of fantasy's greatest queens—she is a symbol of beauty, wisdom, hope, and the courage to choose light over power. Journey into Tolkien's enchanted forests and d...

The World After by Theodora Goss After the last airplane has flown, the last car stands idle on the empty highways, the lights have gone out in all the high-rises, the traders no longer call on the…

I don’t know what attracts me to some novels and not others, but I love reading Muriel Spark. There is something about the way she puts words together. They seem to mean one thing and they re…

Bridget by Theodora Goss Bridget is walking beneath the trees because spring has come. The small birds flying around her head burst into song. As she passes, the roses bloom, the pink dog roses tha…

Thoughts in the Roman Baths by Theodora Goss In the city of Aqua Sulis, presided over by Minerva of the Waters, in a corner, carved into stone predating the Roman city, are three mysterious figures…

Little English Houses by Theodora Goss Little English houses, red and white, white and red. Somewhere a good child is laying her head on a linen pillow, and hollyhocks bloom all across the linen, a…