I wish I could wear my skin for you
I don‘t know how to wear it on my own.
I don‘t even have a skin
because you never touched it
I wish I had no lungs to breathe
no voice to scream
and I wish I had no heart to feel
no head to dream
and store images, scents and melodies
of older and of better days.
I wish I could wear my skin for you
I don‘t know how to wear it on my own.
„I wish I could wear this skin for you“, I whisper into the corn field having grown high enough to hide August’s blue moon from me and making me yearn for colorful autumn days.
At least my witch won‘t leave me until I can keep my skin intact.
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 