Those sounds that witches make are known to tear this world apart. Their voices cook the blood. Their little noises make skin shudder and freeze while burning.You want some more? Just touch the scar behind her ear, or the mark there on her thigh.A witch might even purr just like her cat, just give itContinue reading “How witches laugh”
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Tale for all my ghosts
We‘re safe enough to suffocate.These walls are eating soulsby smothering the skinuntil what‘s inside is leaking out. We‘re already ghosts.You never saw my purple hair,and I don‘t even have a skinbecause you never touched it. When I am really happyI think of crying on your shoulder.And suddenly the pain is goodand I dream of beingContinue reading “Tale for all my ghosts”
Dystopia in February
„Living as a human being is over.“Thoughts arrive before the feeling.They happen and don‘t feel so bad at first, but are the first step of drowning in despair.I understood that just now, that I can think pain before it really arrives. „You say you‘re dead inside“, my witch says while skeptically eyeing the piece ofContinue reading “Dystopia in February”
Why witches drown
Witches drown because witches cannot drown. Witches are because witches are not.Witches are not real although, or maybe even because witchcraft does not work. Witches drown because someone caught a daydream Daddy did not approve of and someone has to die in the flames after once having burned in passion. Witches drown because the secretContinue reading “Why witches drown”
“There is a way to cure hysteria, you know?”
„Something has been lost“, I say to m witch. „It has always been invisible, but was still there, and now it‘s gone.“ „And how do you know it‘s gone?“, Layla asks. „I feel it.“ Just stop feeling, stop feeling it. It is invisibleIt is in this mind in this head this chestIt makes the heartContinue reading ““There is a way to cure hysteria, you know?””
Where do I find those witches?
After Layla has helped me explore witchcraft for almost a year now, I want to collect what I could find out about witches so far. Most of my readers might have certain ideas about witches. I have had most of them myself, because we can find them everywhere in art and literature. Some of thoseContinue reading “Where do I find those witches?”
When I write about witches
Whenever I write about witchesthere are thoughtsin my headlooking for a placeand cutting cross my mind. When I write about witches,I am missing things.Early mornings,a cup of coffeeand something to do. When I write about witchesI am missing people.Steps I recognize,laughter I know,and most importantly: you. Whenever I write about witches,my inside has lostwhatever onceContinue reading “When I write about witches”
Tale from another world
Tonight, my witch and I would like to tell a tale that could once have taken place in this world, but certainly could not anymore. It is full of choices to make, of coffee places late at night, and people to meet. It all started with nights that a young woman spent with books aloneContinue reading “Tale from another world”
Your violet sparkle
Whenever I smile, it‘s the thought of you that makes this cheeks tickle and squeeze. It‘s the thought of youbringing with you a violet sparklelike an early sunrise in spring. But then I remember that all of you are gone and will never return. Violet has leftand so have green and blueand yellow is drowning.Continue reading “Your violet sparkle”
A shrine or a graveyard?
„I‘m a witch, so I have options“, I say while eating the cake that I have mad just for myself. „I can either build up a shrine for my old life and things which I once believed in, or else I burn everything and accept that this part of me has died.“„Those are the onlyContinue reading “A shrine or a graveyard?”
Some heartbreaking reasons for witchcraft
A while ago, I wondered why people ever did witchcraft, or came to lonely and weird people to do it for them. If something requires the blood of a white dove, flesh of an executed murderer and other ingredients you will most likely get caught while collecting, why even bother? But now that I amContinue reading “Some heartbreaking reasons for witchcraft”
A fairytale without dying horribly
On my way to him, I felt a sparkle.My hair felt longer and my nose more slim.I was on my way to himand a tale grew into a song inside of meand a path was suddenly clear. My cheeks started burning,I began to dream,and I was asking the stars,was pleading with the universe: Why can‘tContinue reading “A fairytale without dying horribly”
Just some dystopian spiraling thoughts
„You will not give up, yet“, a friend of mine tells me whenever I am really mad at the universe. „You have too much fighting energy left.“ And I tell him about being ready to dig my own grave for one last kiss. „Okay, I will not give up on you, little one“, he correctsContinue reading “Just some dystopian spiraling thoughts”
The intensity of witching
Witches either drown or burn.There rarely ever is something in between. A witch has the most vivid dreams and burns up in passion powerful enough to embrace the whole universe with its flames. A witch easily lives too much, and therefore has to be purged of all those dreams that took over her soul andContinue reading “The intensity of witching”
There is something inside that will not die
The unexpected sunshine made snow a little bit more unlikely and I just hated my kitchen table more than ever before. I drank some tea, continued typing messages into a chat window that were supposed to seem friendly and personal while also something like professional, but only came off as really bad jokes. „4 months“,Continue reading “There is something inside that will not die”
More thoughts on historical fiction!
Living through history is no fun. I read that in countless tweets and found a lot of memes about it, and I think that many people will agree, especially after last year. Seeing every social aspect of life and big parts of infrastructure breaking down and always having in mind that doing the things youContinue reading “More thoughts on historical fiction!”
The days my witch had lived for
„Those were the days“, my witch said, standing by the window and watching the first snow painting itself into the early sunset.„When we were woken up by the sunrise, always next to each other. When all we had to worry about was making love before his strange visitors would arrive.“ Layla smiled, and the wayContinue reading “The days my witch had lived for”
An echo caused by silence
Some words will never be heardalthough there are still lips to form themand breath to send them outinto a world that will never give them space. This is when outside this skin is nothingand the world inside has diedand while inside this silence ragesthis skin still stands in spaces it was granted. And when thisContinue reading “An echo caused by silence”
Fragility
I am still thinking about why this year has been so tough on me. Tough enough for witching wine nights and starting to blog about them. To understand that, I have to look a few years back, when I had moved away from everyone I had ever known and attended university. I was full ofContinue reading “Fragility”
Witches set everything on fire
„Being happy, really passionate even, without setting everything on fire – that would be great!“, I say to my witch as we cook a vanilla flavored dessert at midnight. My witch giggled. „You can‘t have everything.“And she eyed me skeptically, as I poured the powder into the milk.I was in a good mood. So goodContinue reading “Witches set everything on fire”
Why I summoned my witch
„Every family has an odd one“, my witch said as I posed in front of the mirror while wearing my new mask that matched the brand new underwear that I had bought. „My hair had always been the brightest and the curliest.“ In our very first wine nights, we had already discussed where Layla hadContinue reading “Why I summoned my witch”
Why witches have infectious eyes
Witches have infectious eyesbecause a soul is leaking outbecause witching eyes have opened upand daydreams have been dropping throughturning into raindropsleft on flowers set to grow. Witches have infectious eyesbecause someone has been breathingthe air now filled with things unspokenthat left a soul so quiet and bleeding. Witches have infectious eyesbecause someone caught a daydreamContinue reading “Why witches have infectious eyes”
Thoughts on writing historical fiction
Why are there even people still alive in this world? No, that is not my only thought on writing historical fiction, but it were thoughts like that which in the end led to starting this project. For a very long time, I had mostly been interested in writing science fiction. I dreamed of mega citiesContinue reading “Thoughts on writing historical fiction”
Tale about a witching house
Every witch once had a home.A house providing a roof to protect them from the rain and storm outside.It is a tragedy that witching houses do have windows for eager eyes to stare through. Every witch once had a home,to come back to from however far they escaped into the forest.A home with lights toContinue reading “Tale about a witching house”
Demons for dating
Witches fall in love with tragedies, and being loved by a witch has an awful lot to do with empty bottles and things happening only in thoughts and dreams.But witches are supposed to have options, right? These beings that bend the borders of reality have to have some options out of this world and forContinue reading “Demons for dating”
Isolation call
Today, I called different people, because I really just needed to call someone and hear another person‘s voice and feel a little less alone. I called my grandmother, because her birthday was last sunday and she did not pick up the phone by then (can old people please stop doing this while a virus isContinue reading “Isolation call”
lovers and needles
I want to make you hide inside my cupboardYou know, just things that lovers do. I want to make youbreathe in deepermake you shiverthink about leavingbut never do so. I want to make you melt,and leave a stain,a scent all over me,just things that lovers do. But all I ever dois things that women withContinue reading “lovers and needles”
Why I write about witches
I have already written about how I summoned Layla, the witch living in my kitchen during the pandemic, with chocolate and wine, and sometimes with ice cream, and how we had the dark kind of fun, and were missing our boys, always good for a tale about surviving Dystopia. But I think, this might beContinue reading “Why I write about witches”
Tale of the witching transformation
Do witches really bend the borders of the world?Trick the being of this universe?Change its essence and its colors? Can witches even threaten the world?Alter all its structure into one that does notendure our existence anymore? No, they don‘t.And yes, they do. Witchesclose their eyes and allow their thoughts to travel far.Through time and everythingContinue reading “Tale of the witching transformation”
The witch and the needle
This witch once reached for a needleto do nothing morethan patch some socks.And there it had already happened:she was a woman with a needle. This witch now was a creaturethat had always been therealways been right next to you,but now seemed capableto rip this world apart. Has this witch ever doneanything else thanpatching some socksContinue reading “The witch and the needle”
Mistress witch writes 