There is a new day to begin,
There is a stranger to become familiar.
But there is no voice to be found down this throat.
There is a space which had once been filled with something, and now seems to be shrinking.
Maybe it was lost,
flew out while screaming too loud,
and is now wandering the night as an echo of shadows.
If unheard for too long, some things become silenced, and turn into dreams haunting those still waiting to fade away.
This is what witching dreams are for.
For picturing those things
for finding words and giving space
to what was suffered.
For providing a voice
and tickling the skin
and causing the right chemicals through all of the body
to make certain things be felt once more.
Just for a moment,
as if nobody had ever been lost,
although it was.
A second,
as if horror were not true,
although it will always be,
once you open your eyes.
I wish I’d told you all my stories.
I want to tell you all my storiesIt’s not that they would changeIt’s just that I would likeTo see themFormA new expressionOn your face I need to tell you all my storiesI am not sureIf they makeSenseThe way I thoughtThey do. I will tell you all my storiesThey frighten meI’m sure you won’t endureI see…
Dealing with darkness in writing
This spring afternoon is glowing pink and tastes like strong tea. It feels much too familiar, and I begin to open up.I feel far away from myself as I start to talk, to babble on about my novel. About all the things I’ve been reading about in the past 5 years. About the 17th century,…
Radical witching novel rewrites at 4 AM!
I wore the same night dress my witch used to wear to get drunk on my windowsill, when I suddenly had an idea at 4 AM. Great ideas always happen at 4 AM, remember? This one however, kept me awake for at least a week, debating it back and forth. At some point my witch…
Mistress witch writes 