This soul was leaking out to you …
… but only the rest the world was listening.
I am singing
in your silence
screaming in the
absence of yours
and spiraling
into the hole
you left behind.
There are sounds
here are words
and images
born because
you are gone.
„Writing a novel and setting up a whole new world because we cannot talk to you anymore“, my witch giggled into our bottle of wine. „And it‘s still not good enough.“
Until you smile at us.
We need you to smile at us.
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 