Life before witching took place …
… when breathing into a chest
covered in fabric
and held back by ribbons
to never let go.
… when a tongue was tasting
what teeth were chewing
for a pit
fearing to be full.
… when eyes saw
whatever was expected
only to ignore the shadow
rushing in the corner.
But what if …
… someone takes off the fabric
and loosens the ribbons
for the chest to inhale
their taste on that tongue
and lips to be bitten
with a look into eyes
to set a world on fire?
„Oh boy“, my witch giggled. „Who but who the hell would cut us loose like this?“
„Who the hell is allowed to choke us like this?“
My witching autumn desk
This was my longest quiet. My witch took a few weeks off. I have a lot of things to say, dark and urgent things! But my health made me pause everything. The first time in my life I’m saying that. I’ll be back in the next few days! Until then, enjoy the witching mood at…
Why do we stop doing things?
“When for health reasons we stop being ourselves, what is left then? ”, I complain to my witch just when the cold and dark season is ready to arrive. I am usually decorating a cake when the message I am dreading arrives. The pastry bag in hand, I read one cancellation after another. Of course,…
When we fall …
Who’ll be thereWhen we fall?Who will comeTo catch us all?Who’ll be thereIn the end? Late at nightI hear his voiceAnd I know thatHe waved her goodbyeThrough the noiseOf a world turning away. Laughter fromA window aboveBlurry lightsAnd I know thatShe gave upon loveRight there. And I wonderWho’ll be thereWhen we fall?Who will comeTo catch us…
