Once I saw you when the sky was pink,
but I want to see you when the sky is golden.
Once I saw you in a storm,
but I want to see you when it‘s raining.
In a world constantly breaking,
I want to keep you,
to give one thing a chance
to survive.
„Whenever I‘m hoping, I can feel someone laughing about me“, I admit to my witch during one of the first autumn storms of the year. „As if everyone knows that I am too naive and patient and forgiving.“
„But you are okay with it“, she responds proudly, remembering how different our conversations had been a year ago.
Yes, I am okay with it. Because if it keeps the idea of the one thing I hope for in this world, it will make it a better one.
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 