Late at night, when the earth is shaking and thunder is pushing the skies to rain down, one may wonder how to be safe. When the sleep just won‘t sooth away the pile of unopened letters and unsaid words, the desire to not feel their threat anymore awakens.
Who the hell is safe from harm?
Anyone who studied witchcraft for a little while knows that there is a simple answer to this desperate question. And yes, there are people who are safe! There are people whose soul may never leak, and whose blood may never clot!
But what is their precious secret?
Did they keep the salt on their tongue longer than the others?
Is the correct flower placed in front of their kitchen window?
Or just the right gesture to the full moon to keep Saturn out of their way?
Sadly, it‘s none of these things.
It‘s nothing anyone of us could just achieve.
The only way to ever be safe is to let an angel take your skin way from you.
Your skin?
Yes, your skin.
The thing that feels, and burns and aches.
The thing that lovers touch and kiss.
The only way to ever be safe from the thunder and the rain and from sleepless nights full of bad news and loss is to let a fine angel take away your skin and never let you feel a thing again.
„But is that really worth it?“, I ask my witch.
„You tell me“, she giggles. „You have been awake all night, trying to write an E-Mail.“
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 