I wrote you a letter
and was so scared
it might not reach you
in time
that I put
all my stamps
on it.
I had this feeling
it might be last one.
I ripped out
two photographs
that had been sleeping
inside an album
because I needed
to see them
and pass them on
to you.
I was walking
through rain
and streets emptied
by this plague
to send the letter
on its way.
Hoping
It was not
too late.
„Please don‘t let this be the last time“, I whisper to my witch, both of us not able to seek shelter from the rain inside our home, but searching the sky for a hole in the clouds.
My witching autumn desk
This was my longest quiet. My witch took a few weeks off. I have a lot of things to say, dark and urgent things! But my health made me pause everything. The first time in my life I’m saying that. I’ll be back in the next few days! Until then, enjoy the witching mood at…
Why do we stop doing things?
“When for health reasons we stop being ourselves, what is left then? ”, I complain to my witch just when the cold and dark season is ready to arrive. I am usually decorating a cake when the message I am dreading arrives. The pastry bag in hand, I read one cancellation after another. Of course,…
When we fall …
Who’ll be thereWhen we fall?Who will comeTo catch us all?Who’ll be thereIn the end? Late at nightI hear his voiceAnd I know thatHe waved her goodbyeThrough the noiseOf a world turning away. Laughter fromA window aboveBlurry lightsAnd I know thatShe gave upon loveRight there. And I wonderWho’ll be thereWhen we fall?Who will comeTo catch us…
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