One look
and your eyes were on me
were all over me
left a sparkle
and my darkness fell for you.
You looked at me.
At least you looked at me.
Did you look at me and decided against me?
Did you look at me and thought of coming back later?
Did you look at me and did something scare you?
I will never know.
But at least you looked at me,
and my darkness fell for you.
When stuck with questions impossible to ask, my witch needs something sweet, so I bought us crossaint-donuts with rainbow sparkles … and wouldn’t you like to see this?
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 