„If played for the wrong ears, every melody is going to drown“, my witch agrees as we close the window with the first thunder in the distance.“And then what?”, I ask her as the rain starts pouring. I love heavy rain! What happens to melodies unheard and unnoticed? What happens if the last one rememberingContinue reading “Where melodies die”
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When the witch giggles …
„When there was a thunder storm?“I asked when my witch was happy when I thought that I could never be happy again.„When my violet clouds were cooked“, she giggles over my shoulder. This was one of the most difficult questions for me. What would happiness look like in a time so far away? Could IContinue reading “When the witch giggles …”
“Will you haunt me too?”
„Please be kind“, the witch begged her demon. Please be kindI need to keep youhere in my headI want to keep youhere in my bed. Be careful with meAll my dreams have gone badthats why I need youhere in my head. Be sweet with meI need to keeo youto face youwith eyes closedspeak to youwithContinue reading ““Will you haunt me too?””
Reasons to smash my head through the wall
My mother used to call it clever to be completely calm and accepting when being confronted with the greatest injustice of the world. „And you?“, my witch asks amused. I have always wanted to get my head through the wall. Is that even a phrase in English? Probably not, but let‘s make it one forContinue reading “Reasons to smash my head through the wall”
Spreading witchcraft
Witches spread, and not just their legs. Is there a house in a sudden chosen by death?The reason might not hide within, but three doors ahead.Is there a body falling apart?The reason might be the other one that waved at them a few days ago. Every smile, every song, and every breath can bring decayContinue reading “Spreading witchcraft”
A magical place to fall in love with earth – The „Klimahaus“ in Bremerhaven
This post is about my favourite science museum, but also a place that is so fascinating and beautiful, it can always bring me to tears and has in the past fundamentally shaped my view on the world. During my third visit very recently, I was lucky enough to bring my witch along and show toContinue reading “A magical place to fall in love with earth – The „Klimahaus“ in Bremerhaven”
Tale out of control
Tonight‘s tale is about a moment that was perfectly under control, until it was not.It‘s about a girl living with a head that could easily fly off.In one corner of that head, a witch is giggling. In her back, demons are waiting. Dystopia has its grip around her. This tale is about an innocent walkContinue reading “Tale out of control”
Tale for singing by the window
„Who is ever going to hear me,if I don‘t sing by the window?Would you have heard me,that very night?What if I dare to,but nobody is passing by?Will I ever know,if I never sing by the window?“, … a witch once sighed.
Against all odds!
„Life is always against all odds. At least a little bit.“My witch sits on my windows sill and giggles. These truly were some witching words.„How can it be only a little bit against all odds?“, I ask her and realize that the cookies in her hands were stolen from the cauldron in which I hideContinue reading “Against all odds!”
My way of witching
Time to clear up a few things!Heavy rain and a cold are giving me an autumn mood in July. My last post was a week ago and the math I did there was kind of underappreciated, while I suddenly had to debate with a regular reader about why I‘m really not a spiritual person andContinue reading “My way of witching”
The moon, the tide, and us – Deconstructing a superstition
„The moon basically asked you to stay awake last night“, my witch giggles over my shoulder as I mix my first iced latte of the day. „And it tasted like strawberries, apparently. Are you on your period by now?“„Nope, just ended two days ago“, I snap and she laughs once more. This post is aboutContinue reading “The moon, the tide, and us – Deconstructing a superstition”
The fluffiest trap of witching
Everybody knows that in Dystopia there is not much trust left in the world, but only witches know just how little it actually is.In a world in which years go by without summer to come, where bodies fail and transform in ways the mind can‘t grasp, there is one thing witches have left to surpriseContinue reading “The fluffiest trap of witching”
Why wands are problematic!
To perform magic, wands are essential so many cases! They are the symbol of great wizards in fantastic adventures as well as entertaining crowds by making things disappear. In this post, I will try to unpack where the image of the wand comes from, and also, why it is far more associated with wizards thanContinue reading “Why wands are problematic!”
Tale about a girlhood lost
The witch was wrapped in skin that never grewbut was stretchedwas stretched too farwas stretched too earlywas stretched into a shapeit was not yet to know. The witch felt lost within that skinThat was empty at the edgesand did not fitbut swallowed herand she wonderedif she‘d ever fit the space within. The witch saw thatContinue reading “Tale about a girlhood lost”
When witches sing
Branches and leaves tangled up in messy hair, blood leaks from tiny wounds here and there. A soakinh wet dress, of course, and a smile on those lips as if kissed just now.That is how my witch just came home, ready to sing. „You feel so far away today.Your path leads north,but mine does not.IContinue reading “When witches sing”
My latest feminine moment
This one not going to make an attempt in defining what being feminine actually means.It is about situations in which I notice that I am on the feminine end of a spectrum and have to take the consequences. But let me start at the beginning.Come with me back to one of the first warm daysContinue reading “My latest feminine moment”
Daddy’s tale
„What if Daddy disapproves?“, a witch once giggled into a bottle of wine that had no bottom. „Oh, I think he does!“ What kind of Daddy is she talking about? The one that put her in this world, or rather the one that made this world exist at all?Definitely not the one petting her headContinue reading “Daddy’s tale”
A witching melody! Bowles released a new track!
Maybe a few of you remember that last Walpurgis night I started a little experimental band based on my witching poetry and the many talents of a good friend of mine (check Soar out on Instagram!). Recording music with a friend is a childhood dream come true. I cannot put into words how whole IContinue reading “A witching melody! Bowles released a new track!”
Understanding loneliness – Another witching fact about me
„Growing up in a church is such a nice detail for people writing your biography“, my witch giggles into the orange sunset and I have to take a deep breath. „In case people do so, because your writing escalated enough with the world.“ And she giggles once more. It took me 25 years to realizeContinue reading “Understanding loneliness – Another witching fact about me”
My haunted historical fiction place
This post is an invitation to come with me to a special place. I have a place that makes me want to tell my stories. This place feels like witches are hiding between the trees, and alchemists are challenging the world behind those glowing windows in the far. It feels haunted, fallen out of time,Continue reading “My haunted historical fiction place”
Words at the horizon
„It‘s just me and the horizon again.Whenever I have those words for you, I bring them here.I bring them out on an open field, and leave them with the horizon,hoping for them to reach you.And together we waitFor a shooting star,A rainbow,A thunder storm. All of these words that are yours,All of these words thatContinue reading “Words at the horizon”
Busy witching dreams! An update
For this year, I have some writing goals! Usually, when I have been unusually quiet on my blog, I was busy with non-writing related things that had eaten up all my energy, and although in the past few weeks that had also been true, there is better reason for my quietness this time. I haveContinue reading “Busy witching dreams! An update”
Finding a spark in a story – Writing goals
Lately, I have been thinking about what it is that makes me come back to a story! I have been wondering about this one quality that makes me either read a novel twice, or at least makes me not want to put it down at all. Have you read some novels twice? I most certainlyContinue reading “Finding a spark in a story – Writing goals”
How to get through the night
„I have missed this“, my witch sighs obscenely into the lime-raspberry-cheesecake we put into the fridge at 3 AM.It won‘t be ready before 6.So why sleep at all? Why sleep at all?It‘s just another night.Another night to get through.Another night to make it through.Through hours lost in the dark.Through hours unseen,to have a bit ofContinue reading “How to get through the night”
A defining moment
It has been more than a week since my last poem. At least that one had been one that mattered. It had been about something I had to remember for the past days to keep going, about a trap in my head. I have often thought these days that I may have found and recognizedContinue reading “A defining moment”
Where dreams die
“Did I kill them?”, I ask my witch. There are things buried insidethat drowned withinas a silent scream in the chestsuffocating in the back of the headThese things that are buried somewhere withinThese things that diedand left 1000 scarsare dreams. Dreams die inside. They hide in the deepwhere melodies endwhere there is no laughterand lightContinue reading “Where dreams die”
A writing sense of nostalgia
I have always had a thing for biographies. I loved exploring where someone came from, in which steps their life had happened, and what traces that had left behind.When I was about ten years old, I read the biographies of Mozart, Avril Lavigne, and Hölderlin, since those were the most important people for me toContinue reading “A writing sense of nostalgia”
March Melancholia
„The sunset is pink again“, I tell my witch and she giggles out into the night.„Is that you‘re reason to cry?“, she asks. I have always enjoyed it when the sunset is taking longer, painting more colours at the horizon at the end of the day. The promising of warmer, better days.The memory of lifeContinue reading “March Melancholia”
Tale about a pretty dress
Tonight‘s tale starts with a dress.This dress was worn by a witch with shoulders usually to strong for any fabric to support them and with more of those breasts than any version of a woman had ever asked for. These shapes had torn open stitches much too often, but this dress finally fit.Finally there wereContinue reading “Tale about a pretty dress”
Witching Review: Girl with a pearl earring by Tracy Chevalier
I have decided to add a new category to my blog! From now on, I am going to write witching reviews! I want to share all the things I come across while crafting around on my little piece of historical fiction. I want to share the novels I read to think myself into different eras,Continue reading “Witching Review: Girl with a pearl earring by Tracy Chevalier”
Mistress witch writes 