I am not your nice, Christian girl next door, as you might have noticed. And this is not a role I play for this blogging project, or to promote my writing and music. This is me, and I stick to it, even when it gets complicated, and believe me: It becomes an issue more oftenContinue reading “Why I am not a nice girl”
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Secret of tonight
“You’re sure you’re gonna survive this?”, my witch giggles over my shoulder. No, but I’m undead since age 5.“Really?”YeaDaddy killed meWhen I was 5It was the kind a murderWhere nobody dies.I forgotHow to survive.That’s Enough secrets spilledFor tonight.
We, the fallen daughters
“Isn’t it comforting to know that you can’t fall deeper than that?”, my witch giggles over my shoulder.“Deeper than what?”“Than right into the hand of god?” And her wine laughter bursts. I am a fallen daughter.And as it is with this kind of falling, there hardly ever seems to be a bottom to reach.I amContinue reading “We, the fallen daughters”
Nowhere girl
Lasciviously provoking the universe, a witch once asked: “He is not coming back, right?” The girl that came from nowhereLearned how to danceWhen her world wasTurned upside down.When she was foundThe earth moved againWith forces reachingFor skin,As she whispers:“You can’t leave me now, ‘cause I’ve unlearned how to breathe.” The girl that has nowhere toContinue reading “Nowhere girl”
28 crosses in Prague – A haunted historical trip with my witch
“This place is so haunted”, my witch giggles over my shoulder.I took us to a place where for the both of us history becomes very much alive and reminds us of how fragile and thin skinned we are, and how exposed we are to history’s tales. A trip to Prague My witch and I visitedContinue reading “28 crosses in Prague – A haunted historical trip with my witch”
Why I have been struggling with writing my witching tales
It is an early afternoon, and I am alone in a brutalist library, having my witch on my shoulder. Together, we are cross-reading the original court files of a witch hunt in Cologne in 1629, and while we burn for the insights the book has to offer, I am shaking and tears are still glowingContinue reading “Why I have been struggling with writing my witching tales”
Witching Review – “Remarkable Creatures” by Tracy Chevalier
This time, I am reviewing a novel that combines my two passions: The history of science, and well, novel writing. It is a wonderfully crafted piece of historical fiction! This one is about the novel “Remarkable Creatures” by Tracy Chevalier. Set in the early 19th century, this novel is about two women looking for fossilsContinue reading “Witching Review – “Remarkable Creatures” by Tracy Chevalier”
How my writing has suffered recently
As I’m typing these words, the landscape is flying by my train window as the autumn sun is setting. I have already been trying to write this down before getting on my next adventure. And also, when I was settling into my new temporary home, but never got around to it, so I think IContinue reading “How my writing has suffered recently”
Damaged girl tale
This poem smells like rain and tastes like Coffee with a shot. Or as my witch would say: “What a wonderful start for a tragedy.” If you look at meFor a bit too longI’m sure you’ll seeSo I’ll tiptoe aroundI can’t let you inOn my secret trickNot nowNot yet. All the thingsThat I carry aroundAreContinue reading “Damaged girl tale”
I’m a published witch once more!
An essay of mine has been accepted into a wonderful online magazine! Follow the link for more information. I have poured the best and darkest part of my witching research into this non-fiction piece describing the gloomy myths around the body of those guilty of witchcraft, and I am so honored that it has beenContinue reading “I’m a published witch once more!”
To sooth my soul in memories
“If only you could see me now”, I sigh as the sky turns pink. My witch refills my cup with hot chocolate. “Would that make a difference?”, she wants to know. I love to visit the hay bales on the field behind the house every year! I have always been so much more perceptive ofContinue reading “To sooth my soul in memories”
Girl in an empty room
I’m still a girl,In an empty room,Wishing we could allBe in here. The white of the walls,Is telling a story,Having an ending,I won’t accept. I am still a girlCrying aloneIn the forestAt night. Your footsteps were thereJust a minute ago.I could have sworn!Maybe I should have. I am still a girl,Able to tell,That I amContinue reading “Girl in an empty room”
… and another journal!
My toxic trait as a writer is that I need to buy new, pretty notebooks, whenever my writing feels stuck. This project is not going the way I want it to? I probably need to dedicate another flower pattern to it! It actually helps, though. I bought this pretty thing that I am holding upContinue reading “… and another journal!”
Where darkness can rest – or making out with demons
I’m thinking about the place where nightmares go.The space to put the darkness, contain the screams, the wounds, and scars of the past, once we’re done carrying them around with us. I’m thinking of this place deep inside. Somewhere in the chest. Or the gut? “Back in my days, people thought the soul was containedContinue reading “Where darkness can rest – or making out with demons”
Dystopia face
How can I be so scared of your face?Of pretty eyes,So huge and round.Of lips being parted,Slowly losing their shape.How can I be so scared of this face?Is it the wayYour skin is wrapped around your skull?Is it the wayYour hair clings to your forehead?Is it the way you bleed,The way your tears paintThrough theContinue reading “Dystopia face”
Sunset thoughts
Sunsets make me cry. There is a brief moment when not just the sky is blue, but the whole world. The trees, the fields, the shadows in the narrow streets. Everything is tainted in this calming colour that closes up my throat. It’s like hearing an echo of all the other colours that once were,Continue reading “Sunset thoughts”
“I haunt this forest, Sir”
I once knew a girl so soft.She was so soft, her skin was breaking at the edges. When this girl walked the earth, she forgot about herself so easily. She felt the traces the world had left within her skin. The lines uneven drawn by branches and their thorns. The holes left by hands onceContinue reading ““I haunt this forest, Sir””
How my writing changed after the pandemic
This is not just my reminder to take care of my blog more regularly again. This, after all, is my passion project! But no, this is written to reflect on the changes I’m currently struggling with. When the pandemic ended the life I was used to, I was writing with the passion of this beingContinue reading “How my writing changed after the pandemic”
Getting better at dealing with dreams
I dreamed of living in a city with a tram and doing something meaningful, when I was 18 years old. Something meaningful back then meant doing art, writing, something creative to move the world. And a beautiful city with a tram that I had just visited had been Amsterdam, where both my art and myContinue reading “Getting better at dealing with dreams”
Witching review – The poisoner’s tale by Cathryn Kemp
Is this my first negative witching review? Seems like it. At least, it is about a novel that makes me want to talk about a lot of issues. I once promised myself to not ever write such a negative review, but to only use this new blog category to collect all the curious things IContinue reading “Witching review – The poisoner’s tale by Cathryn Kemp”
Why it matters that we tell our stories!
Lately, I have been rethinking why I insist on writing, especially historical fiction. Am I just attempting to contribute to a weird branch of the entertainment industry, or do I have justified deeper reasons for doing this? Can there even be these deeper reasons, or is there always this odd question mark above those thatContinue reading “Why it matters that we tell our stories!”
Lonely window tale
“I’m not ready to sing by myself!” Between layers of silk,she disappears.For the scent of roses,she is parting her lips.Whatever escapes,can’t ever be heard.As the velvet dances,she can be seen,and is ready to sing,to assure his return.with eyes so keen.Until one day,he does not. And won’t ever hearwhat could be a sighand not the innocentContinue reading “Lonely window tale”
Ready to fall apart?
“I’m not here to have myself under control”, my witch hisses at me, hiding another “winter apple” chocolate bar behind her back. Yes, the ones my dead grandmother loved so much. Tonight we’re thinking about something that is not gonna escalate.So not gonna.Promise. “Have you ever met someone … “ I start, ignoring the chocolateContinue reading “Ready to fall apart?”
On writing to survive in dreams!
When asked why I write, I used to say that I needed my characters to survive. Or, to see how to survive. My characters were going through things I could never imagine myself coping with, or things that I had to handle but was terribly overwhelmed by. They were like super heroes in my head,Continue reading “On writing to survive in dreams!”
Haunted in poetry (in pictures)
If you’re not loved, being haunted is the next best thing. Or is it even better? What has more passion in it than whispering the bitter-sweet proposal “Will you haunt me too?” instead of “Please don’t ever leave me!” … Read my poem here. I’ll haunt you either way, I promise.
… because a witch loves wild!
“We’re both stuck on this roller coaster, boy”, my witch giggles sadly into the 4 PM darkness. We can’t always face it together.We can meet occasionally.Share a moment.Share a kiss.Maybe there, high up on the top!The moment right before the fall!Skin on skin,before the force is pulling it once more.Or down there in the shadows,whereContinue reading “… because a witch loves wild!”
“Stare at me with the lights out.”
“That’s what I told him”, my witch giggles into my cup of tea. “That’s what she said.” And we spill some. Stare at me with the lights out.I want to feel you,but you can’t see me.I need to feel youreyes on me. Stare at me with the lights out,and give me your secrets.I’m in loveContinue reading ““Stare at me with the lights out.””
I am a published witch! Writing update.
At least a little bit. This is not a surprising update on the witching novel yet, but something happened that made me feel as if I got a little bit closer to that dream! A piece of flash fiction of mine was accepted for publication! It was not the short story I have been tryingContinue reading “I am a published witch! Writing update.”
Witching review – “The whispering muse” by Laura Purcell
Finding a good book is a very own kind of magic. Taking the invitation into another world, to ride with someone else‘s intense emotions, or simply getting lost between the pages out of curiosity can change life from one moment to the other in so many ways. I have always been the happiest when IContinue reading “Witching review – “The whispering muse” by Laura Purcell”
My haunted thoughts while trying to get a short story published …
The last short story I recently wrote is a special one, at least to me. It is the one that defined what I love so much about that genre I chose to write in: Historical fiction that is a little bit haunted and probably has some horror elements in it. Finishing that short story wasContinue reading “My haunted thoughts while trying to get a short story published …”
Mistress witch writes 