„Imagine if these walls could talk“, my mother once said to me on a day in summer, while we were sitting in front of our former home with all our things packed in boxes, and I had wondered what she had wanted to imply.Was the story that had been leading up to us sitting hereContinue reading “The homelessness of witching”
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How to kill a witch
A witch is not easy to get rid of.They cling to life with the persistence of all the joy their demonic lover ever offered them.There are gruesome tales about people only hanging their witches, and burrying them outside their city walls, only to find them roaming the forest at night. A poor soul had toContinue reading “How to kill a witch”
Visiting a witching place! The “Hexenstein” in Gerresheim
Finding history in places often feels like a reminder of darkness. At times, even walking past old buildings could have me shiver with the horror of existence, but that is a whole other issue, and as you by now may know: Witches have enough of those to offer.Very close to where I live, I foundContinue reading “Visiting a witching place! The “Hexenstein” in Gerresheim”
I don’t want to live in this world anymore
I want to live in a worldin which there is a youand in which there is a meand sometimes an usand not onlywhen the sun shiningbut also in shadows. I want to live in a worldin which we can meetand share our cinnamonand wine at midnightand in which I couldwalk on to youand also leaveContinue reading “I don’t want to live in this world anymore”
Through Dystopia’s eyes
She was fragile in those hands of his, scarred by a scattered world.She was aching when touched by skin that was used to find wounds bleeding to death.She was crippled in those eyes, used to storms and thunder with seeds drowning.But sometimes, when she was smiling, her eyes were round, so unexpected round and sparkling.DidContinue reading “Through Dystopia’s eyes”
The history of a witching belief!
Witches are connected to Dystopia.As soon as disaster starts, they show up and take over the horizon over the hilltops … Or, at least in our heads.The myth around witchcraft as it developed in Europe in late medieval and early modern times was a reaction to historic events which made life appear fragile. I amContinue reading “The history of a witching belief!”
Silent Goodbyes
I know that I will never get you back. I just don’t want to be ok with it. You showed me a world that tasted like Ice cream and wine Chocolate at midnight A melody in spring And tea when it’s raining. This new world has no place for us. No tiny, white cups. NoContinue reading “Silent Goodbyes”
Witching wisdom #1
To be corrupted, you have to have a soul at all.To be transformed, your body has to have a shape at all.To have a nightmare, you have to be able to dream at all. To be deceived by all those fantasies your demon may paint in front of you, you have to have had theirContinue reading “Witching wisdom #1”
Witching houses – a photo-thread!
Some say, witching houses are what you will find, if you get lost in the forest.Some say, they taste delicious, but that their taste comes with a price. For me, witching houses are a place to throw your heart at, once it does not fit anywhere else in this world anymore. They shine lights atContinue reading “Witching houses – a photo-thread!”
Tale about demons
Witches need their demons. Or, as my witch would say: „Everyone needs a best friend, you know?“ And I know that she thinks of this kind of friendship that lets people finish each others sentences and pass each other by at certain places without having agreed so, because they know each other so well, andContinue reading “Tale about demons”
Demon poetry!
„Together we can bend the borders of this world,and break reality apart“,is what they might have whispered,when this witch was falling. It may have been Beli,who would have you swearagainst the cruel hands ofyour fathers‘.There is also Belz,who collects those soulsthat have gone lostand finds for thema place to be.Maybe it was Tanas,winning every argument,orContinue reading “Demon poetry!”
A moment for demons!
In every witching life, there will be a moment to kick you over the edge and make you look for your demon.Maybe, you ran into a glass door, or let fall a box that had made to several people safely before it reached you – in this moment, when any measures of safety click offContinue reading “A moment for demons!”
Will you take over my horizon?
When you leftso did coffee and jazz musicgood books and artoil paintings and wine. The world was drowningin blue and in silenceinstead of orange and witand rose and a smile. But time has passedand I have found coffeeand music and wineand paintings in raindrops. Maybe, you will take over my horizon one day. „I loveContinue reading “Will you take over my horizon?”
Tale about darkness
„Have you ever wished for all of it to never have happened?“, I ask my witch as we change our scented candles from summer‘s garden flower to autumn‘s cinnamon, and Layla smiles wickedly sad. Being broken means laying scatteredas pieces ready to be takenand be put togetherfor just another attempt. I threw my heart outandContinue reading “Tale about darkness”
The upbringing of a witch
„What does being an adult even mean?“, I ask my witch at midnight with a huge cupcake and unopened letters in my hands. Since I grew up in a family that would not let you count as an adult without being married, an own house and a baby at least on the way, I amContinue reading “The upbringing of a witch”
Tale about the stars
The fascination for the sky seems to be as old as human life itself.It is truly wonderful to watch the colors of a sunrise, or to step out of the city lights to observe the twinkling and sparkling unthinkable depth surrounding us. And of course, knowledge of these things can be vital to survive. ThisContinue reading “Tale about the stars”
A witching promise
I’ll come back. I’ll be back. I’ll come back to haunt you. “I’ll come back to haunt you, once I’ve drowned”, my witch sighed deep into our bottle of wine. We have not done this in months. I got busy with things which I had assumed would be easier but turned out to be aContinue reading “A witching promise”
For one thing to survive
Once I saw you when the sky was pink,but I want to see you when the sky is golden.Once I saw you in a storm,but I want to see you when it‘s raining.In a world constantly breaking,I want to keep you,to give one thing a chanceto survive. „Whenever I‘m hoping, I can feel someone laughingContinue reading “For one thing to survive”
How witches came to fly
Have you ever wondered if you truly belong into this world, or if a terrible mistake was made and the universe dropped you off somewhere you never were supposed to be and will not ever make any sense at all? No? Well, then you are lucky, but this witching tale might still be worth yourContinue reading “How witches came to fly”
My darkness fell for you
One lookand your eyes were on mewere all over meleft a sparkleand my darkness fell for you. You looked at me.At least you looked at me. Did you look at me and decided against me?Did you look at me and thought of coming back later?Did you look at me and did something scare you? IContinue reading “My darkness fell for you”
Nuances in Dystopia
All of my Dystopia tales were about last times.Things having ended and everything turning into nothing. I chose photos with blurry silhouettes covered in rain drops and blood. They were dark and intense and written to survive – and 18 months later, I am still here, and after all of this, my next blog postContinue reading “Nuances in Dystopia”
Thoughts on novel writing!
One thing I have always enjoyed about novels in reading as in writing is the possibility to narrate the whole life span of a person. To tell the events of several years or decades, and to explore how these different stages of a life might have felt, how big changes might have happened, and allContinue reading “Thoughts on novel writing!”
Tale for afterwards
What if I have dreamed my perfect witching dream and still have to fall asleep tonight? What if he was my sunset but a new day is already beginning? What if there was loss and there was pain and weight and joy and a smile and now is nothing?
Tale about the Mistress
Why do I write this blog in the name of the Mistress? Why do I call her that? Since now and then we get approached by people having their very own ideas about it in mind, I thought this deserves to be a blog post in its own. One answer to why I decided toContinue reading “Tale about the Mistress”
Update on not so much writing
It has been a while since I posted an update on the witching novel or an writing in general.I originally started this blog to document myself researching, writing, exploring the life of a woman ending up as a witch in the 17th century in Europe, remember? Oh, you do? Great, because lately I tend toContinue reading “Update on not so much writing”
Tale about a witching crisis
Why is everything I want to be so far awayfrom what I turn into?Why does my body and my skin freezewhen I want to keep breathing?Why is everything so dark and coldwhenever I feel like burning?Why does my skin bleedwhere it misses to be touched?Why do I needIce cream and wineand Vanilla and candlesand aContinue reading “Tale about a witching crisis”
About things that matter
I miss the feeling of doing something that matters. This morning, it took me 3 hours to convince myself that getting up, putting on pants and having a coffee still makes sense. Even before sitting up for the first time, my brain starts to replay the same dark thoughts I have been stuck with forContinue reading “About things that matter”
About wearing this skin
I wish I could wear my skin for youI don‘t know how to wear it on my own. I don‘t even have a skinbecause you never touched itI wish I had no lungs to breatheno voice to screamand I wish I had no heart to feelno head to dreamand store images, scents and melodiesof olderContinue reading “About wearing this skin”
About my bathroom floor
When laying on my bathroom floor, I have to pull my legs up to my stomach to fit into the small space under the sink.The first time I ever did this was when a bottle of wine had not been able to calm down my thoughts and I wanted to tear myself apart. My witchContinue reading “About my bathroom floor”
Tale about your silence
This soul was leaking out to you …… but only the rest the world was listening. I am singingin your silencescreaming in theabsence of yoursand spiralinginto the holeyou left behind.There are soundshere are wordsand imagesborn becauseyou are gone. „Writing a novel and setting up a whole new world because we cannot talk to you anymore“,Continue reading “Tale about your silence”
Mistress witch writes 