When you left
so did coffee and jazz music
good books and art
oil paintings and wine.
The world was drowning
in blue and in silence
instead of orange and wit
and rose and a smile.
But time has passed
and I have found coffee
and music and wine
and paintings in raindrops.
Maybe, you will take over my horizon one day.
„I love those days that feel as if you‘re just around the corner“, I whisper into my most colorful coffee mug and my witch and I drink on that.
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 