„ I wish I‘d loved you in better days.“
But would it have been love?
With the sun tickling skin unharmed yet?
With a glass of wine drowning words forgotten tomorrow?
With kisses unimportant, because they never were the last ones?
„Then, I wish I‘d loved in easier days.“
But would two souls have found each other, with no darkness pouring out?
Without a void to be filled with something not found yet?
Without skin to be healed with a gentle touch?
„I just wish I could have loved you“, my witch yells at the cauldron, now filled with train tickets, chocolate wrapping papers, and burned down candles and matches.
These are difficult days indeed.
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 
Dear poet. The below lines will haunt us.
“But would it have been love?
With the sun tickling skin unharmed yet?
With a glass of wine drowning words forgotten tomorrow?
With kisses unimportant, because they never were the last ones?”
Took me a lot of falling down. I learn. Old love, need to be lessons. New love need to be new lullabies for us to create. We must be brave.
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Thank you for reading me, and thank you for your words! We must be brave, indeed.
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You are welcome, dear Mistress Witch.
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