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?“
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 