OnceWhen someone had herShe was almost lovedBut then this someone thought:“I can’t be allShe’d ever known”And he let her go. And She ranShe ran too fastWhen she ranShe ran too far ThenShe was found againBy another strange manWho loved her recklesslyLove turned to painAnd carved his sinInto her skin And she fledShe fled too fastWhenContinue reading “Unloved tale”
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Just a haunted girl scaring her friends – Writing update!
Intrigued. And quite as bit terrified.Those were the exact same words I got as feedback from my friends whom I’d recently handed the first pages of the witching novel to. Seems like I’ve accomplished my task, right? I’m the haunted girl scaring all her friends!No, but really. It felt as if I was understood throughContinue reading “Just a haunted girl scaring her friends – Writing update!”
Tale about the softest secret
This tale is about a girl I once knew. This girl could not go anywhere without her lovely white shoes. Made of cotton, their rim did not reach her ankles, giving away how thin they were. Their soles were so slim, she felt the earth with every step. Those shoes she needed so dearly wereContinue reading “Tale about the softest secret”
Witching novel progress – and the thrill of being read
It happened. I am experiencing a moment I have been yearning for while at the same time feeling terribly scared of it: The witching novel is being read. Or, at least the beginning. I rewrote the first third a third time, and have now handed out a part of that to some of my friends.Continue reading “Witching novel progress – and the thrill of being read”
Human spell
Feel the world,And fight back when beatenHave eyes openTo mourn when there’s lossDare to cry tears most honestAnd be loud when unwantedBe thereAnd never forgetTo be human. My witch sighs. “Being human sounds exhausting. How kind of them to expell me from it.” And she has a desperate giggle.
The ongoing struggle of being human
… in the flavour of 2026 so far. A part of me wants to make dark January jokes, but I recently don’t wish for easy escape routes anymore, so let’s get real. This new year has made me reflect on a notion about history that in the past I have sometimes struggled with. Born andContinue reading “The ongoing struggle of being human”
Tale about the nice man. Beware!
Beware the nice manhe wears shiny shoeshis suit fits him wellAs it grew on his skin Beware the polite manFor he musn’t knowHe owns the streetAs he watches you fall Beware the nice manHe gambles you outHis promises areFrom another worldThe water is risingTo swallow you wholeThe nice man tells youAbout flying cars Beware theContinue reading “Tale about the nice man. Beware!”
Witching review – “A body made of glass” by Caroline Crampton
If you belong to those constantly caught between wonder and worry about the fragility and persistence of the human body, I may have the perfect book for you! This witching review is on a rather personal piece of non-fiction: “A Body made of glass – A History of Hypochondria” by Caroline Crampton When I foundContinue reading “Witching review – “A body made of glass” by Caroline Crampton”
Winter Witching Writing Novel update!
Just in case anyone had doubts in me: I’m still writing the witching novel! I admit that this project grew a bit over my head. At first, all I wanted was to somehow survive the pandemic emotionally. Then I began to draft the novel, and found out so many morbid and interesting things that IContinue reading “Winter Witching Writing Novel update!”
No time for fairytales
As a girl, I was scared of rejection. I was so scared of never being loved back while all the nice girls found their early happy ending just like all the fairytales.I always feared to become a 30-year-old virgin, especially because my mother had taught me that men were evil but dating girls was sadContinue reading “No time for fairytales”
Why I am not a nice girl
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”
Intimate tale
I yearn for those moments,When I existedsolelyin your eyes.When I wasnothingBut an image causingCuriosity.I lived in those momentsWhen you knewNothingAbout the scarsBetween myThighs.Moments that werePure and softAnd kept mySecretWithout anyFalsity.In those momentsI felt loveFor all the thingsYou mustn’tKnow.All the thingsWent looseWithin myHeadAnd found their wayOnto myTongue.I still amThese momentsWhen I hadYouAnd you deniedThe thingsI wantedContinue reading “Intimate tale”
The tale of mental health in a burning world
“Wanna feel better?”, my witch asks me as she presents tonight’s options. Do we want to get drunk and risk a headache? Do we want to try out yoga again although we’ve never managed to take it seriously? Do we want to escape the last traces of reality by watching a sitcom and ignoring theContinue reading “The tale of mental health in a burning world”
World ache tale
This darkness is not mineA rainy cloudIs ready to burstWe’re sobbing too loudIt’s not personalAt all. This sadness is not mineMy dead motherIs dangling from the ceilingHanging in the kitchenI think she might be leaking. This pain is not mineThe world has gone lostFlames are soaringIt’s spilling bloodAnd I still have skin. Is this bodyContinue reading “World ache tale”
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”
Who are the daughters? Discussing politics with my witch.
“Do you count as a daughter?”, my witch giggles over my shoulder, and I have to admit that I don’t know. And not knowing has become a problem, because recently, being the right kind of daughter has become a political issue in Germany. But let’s start at the beginning of this new political daughter trouble.Continue reading “Who are the daughters? Discussing politics 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”
Witching coffee with a bit of history in Stockholm!
Coffee with a lot of history! – is what my witch and I enjoyed in Stockholm, when we went to the city’s oldest confectionery, which had opened in 1785. It’s a beautiful place in the heart of Stockholm, where the story of two monarchs having a difficult relationship with coffee and sweets is waiting toContinue reading “Witching coffee with a bit of history in Stockholm!”
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”
And a guilty one was found. Dystopia update.
Do you still remember how difficult buying toilet paper in the first months of the pandemic was? How small businesses were fighting to survive the years of regular lockdowns? Suddenly flour became rare, because Russia invaded Ukraine, and all over the world the prices for bread and pasta went through the roof. As well asContinue reading “And a guilty one was found. Dystopia update.”
Why the moon is mean tonight
Two girls out on a field at night. All alone, except for a black cat in the distance, and the shadows they cast into the night.“You’d think of all the nights the moon might pick a better night to rise”, my witch complains as she sits down in the high grass and crosses her arms,Continue reading “Why the moon is mean tonight”
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”
Apparently I’m a “pick-me” – girl – or “the toxic experience of being a woman”
Those are not the skulls of competing women I murdered, I promise. When thinking about becoming a women, there are two moments of my teenage years that come to my mind immediately. And no, with this post I won’t tell you the story of my first period. Although periods have something to do with it.Continue reading “Apparently I’m a “pick-me” – girl – or “the toxic experience of being a woman””
Magical writing coffee time in Aachen
I had to recharge magic again, so I went to one of my very favourite witching places: The medieval city of Aachen. It’s a place where magic happens. Always. I went there with my witch giggling loudly in the back of my head, begging me for a poem, because I had been ignoring her forContinue reading “Magical writing coffee time in Aachen”
Mistress witch writes 