We never said goodbye, so you have to return.
I am thinking about all those goodbyes that were never said.
About eyes becoming fearful round.
About lips opening slightly, but no words coming out.
About tears getting ready but staying inside.
And I wonder whether these were promises for precious things to still be part of days that lay ahead.
I am thinking about all those goodbyes that were executed anyway.
About one last moment face to face, raising difficult questions.
About weeks and months to follow, restoring the thought of things to return.
About the feeling of a shadow at the horizon promising better days.
I am thinking that never saying goodbye never means that things were not lost.
But we never said goodbye, so you could still return.
“Sometimes, this is the only magic ever left”, my witch whispers into the flame of the vanilla scented candle.
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 