“I was living by the lake.
I had you by my side.
And when you left,
I was so sad,
I tried to drown myself.
When I had jumped
right off the cliff
My heart could not wait
To disappear into the waves
Of my favourite lake.
But just when it
had swallowed me
It spit me right out
Just so enough above its waves
For air to fill my lungs
Oh life is sad
and life is cruel
I’m not allowed to go.
I have to live down by the lake
Without you by my side.”
Layla keeps giggling. How can she keep on giggling like this?
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 