When I told my mother about starting work at a museum and had told her a lot about archaeology and geology, she tried to bond with me through talking about crystals.Apparently, she has those that clean the air, and even those that reorganize the water molecules after they were poured into the glass with tooContinue reading “About finding magic in things”
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Tale for my angels
„What if your guardian angel is a pervert?“, my witch giggles into her hot chocolate as we try to make ourselves as comfortable as the dark months allow. With hot chocolate, vanilla scented candles, and a lot of fairylights to glow in the dark and ask for the universe to keep them safe and warmContinue reading “Tale for my angels”
Tale about a witching promise
“I try not to lose my heart.Without mine, how could I keep yours safe?And I can’t lose you now.I can’t lose your now.So, I climb up that wall.On ranks, over loose stones.Not sure if I’ll survive.I won’t give up now,because I can’t lose you now.I can’t lose you now.” … A witch sang into theContinue reading “Tale about a witching promise”
Witching writing struggle
Witches know their recipes, right?“Then, why am I so bad at summoning my perfect week?”, I ask my witch on the last train home. Home.Coming home means fairy lights and tastes like cinnamon. No home without a cat meowing!Waiting for me was waiting pots to clean and a kitchen to renovate.“Maybe, it’s just that oldContinue reading “Witching writing struggle”
Awake since death
Hands collecting shards.They are cutting through the basket.Some are getting stuck in skin.She has been awake since death. Arms being strengthened.Muscles pulsating.A stomach denying food.He has been awake since death. No one is speaking.No words ever fit.Silence is singing.They have been awake since death. Tissue ripped open.Bodies untouched.Songs unsung.Skin to stone, with cracks revealing:We haveContinue reading “Awake since death”
For life to be good
„What do you want?“ Another rainy autumn day that was not cold enough to feel good is almost survived, as this question echoes through my head.„A pumpkin spice latte with an extra shot of espresso“, I repeat my words and wonder why the person behind the counter is looking so confused.„Another one?“ I blush andContinue reading “For life to be good”
About being alive
„I am bad at being alive.“ My witch would giggle with a shrug, thinking that these words were true for her as well, but already having fallen out of time anyway. My unicorn would agree but not be bothered at all, and another friend I amused too much with this today. I still think IContinue reading “About being alive”
Hands found skin – poetry in pictures
Witching words carried around, for witching skin to be found once more.
Voices of the witching novel – an update!
A character from the witching novel started speaking to me the other night. It was her first time, and it also was not too long ago that I had even thought her into existence. In a very tired, rainy and cold writing sessions in the early hours, she suddenly found her voice, and she letContinue reading “Voices of the witching novel – an update!”
“I wish I could have loved you in better days.”
„ 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,Continue reading ““I wish I could have loved you in better days.””
Tale about confessing
Through wooden grids his words had lured her, just as they had lured so many.Had lured those asking for relief.Those in fear of tomorrow.Carrying nightmares in their hearts.Having seen too much of a burning world. His words promised wisdom of the world and of beyond.Of understanding and of soothing.From someone who had seen a lot.MuchContinue reading “Tale about confessing”
The coziness of witching
„Ingredient number 5 cooked in a pretty, red pot“, a sweet voice giggles into my ear. „You‘re such a witch.“ ,I make a face and pour the strong coffee into my favorite cup. If it makes me a witch to mix it up with milk, cinnamon, cardamom, nutmeg, allspice … have I forgotten something here?Continue reading “The coziness of witching”
Scattered tale
Once, she consisted of many parts.They granted her all shapes and forms to exist in this world. Some parts were a daughter,to be loved and protected and sometimes laughed with. Some parts were a sister,to be sometimes admired and often envied, and always cared for. Some parts were a friend,to enjoy to be heard andContinue reading “Scattered tale”
Needy thoughts
These days, there are so many good reasons to be alone. Loneliness is being cultivated, as if it needed to be preserved for future days. Ever since the pandemic interrupted my life, I managed to have about 150 cups of coffee outside of my home. Most of them were a Vanilla Latte, while some whereContinue reading “Needy thoughts”
Thoughts on where in time we are
How does a time come to an end?Do we really just wake up one morning and autumn has left its scent everywhere when yesterday it had been summer, just as Tucholsky once wrote?Or have there been signs we tend to ignore?The early sunsets and colder nights?Rain clouding the horizon over the fields –Until one tragicContinue reading “Thoughts on where in time we are”
Dystopia faith
Her heart did not believe in the earth to still be there tomorrow.So she ran too fast.She missed her step, and broke her legs. The aching heart never believed in the air to be enough for more than a night.So she swallowed it all.She sighed in too deeply, and coughed out her soul. The witchingContinue reading “Dystopia faith”
Chaotic leaking of a soul
„I need this to focus“, I explain to my witch after trying out the fourth flavour of tea this night and empty chocolate wrapping paper rustles as I put the cup on my desk. Sometimes, I cannot catch a single thought in my head. It is something I already know by now, but still cannotContinue reading “Chaotic leaking of a soul”
Kill the heart
A witch once had to kill a heart. She had to cut it out of a chestheavily suffocating,for it was shining too brightand too goldenout of infectious eyesmaking a soul leak.A witch reached out for it.And for the golden sparklethat felt so lonelyand so lostin a world gone mad. She removed the ribbons and theContinue reading “Kill the heart”
A heartbreaking castle finding!
Let me bring to you the tale of the most perverted cabinet I have ever seen! First of all, I visited a beautiful castle this weekend, and although I am not allowed to upload the photos I took inside, I will tell you about one thing in there that kindled a lot of witching energyContinue reading “A heartbreaking castle finding!”
The fictional reality of being a witch
„As witches, we are too fictional for them“, Layla giggles into my ear as we order the third Vanilla Latte of this rainy summer afternoon, all while wearing a white dress that now that we‘re among other people more and more feels unfitting.„I‘m wearing a night dress“, I complain. „Or, a hospital gone.“„How is thatContinue reading “The fictional reality of being a witch”
Choking tale
Life before witching took place … … when breathing into a chestcovered in fabricand held back by ribbonsto never let go. … when a tongue was tastingwhat teeth were chewingfor a pitfearing to be full. … when eyes sawwhatever was expectedonly to ignore the shadowrushing in the corner. But what if … … someone takesContinue reading “Choking tale”
Tales a place can tell
When seeing a new place, I have to figure for a while what kind of tale it has to tell. Maybe I am a bit more thin skinned than others, but it can actually take me a while and stop my thoughts until I understood what exactly I‘m feeling and where my thoughts are goingContinue reading “Tales a place can tell”
How I chose the century for my novel – Merry crisis!
When planning to write the witching novel, I had a few centuries to pick from. I did not know right from the start where this would lead me. Witch hunts belong into medieval times, right? And those last up to … when exactly? 1500? 1600? Discussing epochs is a lot of fun! I will giveContinue reading “How I chose the century for my novel – Merry crisis!”
Tale across the wall
A witch once climbed on top of the city wall.Which was meant to keep her safeand hidden from the world. And what happened to the witch to make this tale worth telling? Did she stumble?Did she fall?Land down on the pavement?Scratch her knee?Or break her ankle?Has she been seen?Caught by jealous eyes?Found bleeding on theContinue reading “Tale across the wall”
Thoughts on choices
One thing I have always needed my witch for were choices. I had always felt as if I was able to define myself through the choices I made and also had seen my witch as someone without this chance in life. I always thought that she was born into a world that determined it all.Continue reading “Thoughts on choices”
Tale about losing a heart
“Oh, what am I doing to my heart.” … A witch once asked herself,after climbing the city wall,While embracing the distanceOf foreign tree tops and hills,The lights of houses in her back,Welcoming the shadow waiting for her,Losing hold and jumping down,Into untamed grass,Reaching for his shadow hand,Being pulled awayFrom rooftops and street lights,Looking into eyesWhichContinue reading “Tale about losing a heart”
Empathic Dystopia
A witch once walked the earth with a heart ready to jump out of her chest. Ready to burn. Attempting to drown. Carrying the weight of a dying world, she needed to sense herself. To see her face. To hear her voice. But not in a mirror, and not in a lake, or in theContinue reading “Empathic Dystopia”
Hot summer night daydream
Let‘s conquer the heat wave with this castle in winter! I can‘t wait for the world to cool down, calm down and slow down, and for autumn‘s colours to sooth everyday into a soft and magical atmosphere. I can‘t wait for hot chocolate and cinnamon and pumpkin soup. For rainy days that actually feel refreshing,Continue reading “Hot summer night daydream”
Coffee in Dystopia
The world is on fire.The ashes is spreading.We are coughing the smoke.…and I want to have coffee with you. Dead bodies piled up.Their names never known.Their faces are shadows.…and I yearn for a coffee with you. There is poison in the air.In your breath.In my mouth.… but please have a coffee with me. Have aContinue reading “Coffee in Dystopia”
Visiting a witching city – a day in Aachen
Out of the the few times I have been there, half of them profoundly changed my life. This post is about another place that means magic for me. It will take you into another old city, into the heart of a city very meaningful for huge parts of medieval Europe. These words are meant forContinue reading “Visiting a witching city – a day in Aachen”
Mistress witch writes 