I want to live in a world
in which there is a you
and in which there is a me
and sometimes an us
and not only
when the sun shining
but also in shadows.
I want to live in a world
in which we can meet
and share our cinnamon
and wine at midnight
and in which I could
walk on to you
and also leave again.
I want to live in a world
in which this dream
is not dead yet
and in which the path
is not burned yet
but ready to be taken
by one of us some day.
„I don‘t want to live in this world anymore“, I tell my witch, as if it was something new.
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 