I want to show you
the roses
that grew
in those
raindrops of mine
while you were
gone.
I wanted to show you
oh so many
things just
before we
entered the
afterward.
While I was chasing
and dreaming
and collecting
the seeds for
tomorrow
the night grew
long.
I always wondered
what roses
could grow
and how
raindrops
would feel
if you
could be here
in the
afterward.
Written all those times when I promised myself „one day, but not today“.
“And not tomorrow”, my witch giggles over my shoulder.
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 