„You put this skin back into place.“
Under a full moon in spring,
with a song echoing through a night
ending with a purple sky
Hands found skin
found this skin that was holding
something that was ill shaped.
This skin was stretched too far
and almost ripped apart
Until there were these hands
to hold it
and to cover all it‘s holes
for it to finally reshape
and remember all the other things
it once held inside.
„You out this skin back into place“, a witch wants to whisper into ears hiding under wild hair for eyes to have an even wilder stare through those curls and into the darkness.
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 
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