Having you
felt like strawberries and cream
on a rainy day in summer
waiting for a thunderstorm.
It felt like
breathing in deeply for once
with the patter of raining
painting our world blue.
Wrapped into
sheets that are white and soft
holding us together
while we‘re falling apart.
„We could tell you that we love you“, my witch giggled. „But no. Look at our strawberries and please be proud of us!“
Yes, that is all we can do for now.
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 