„I just didn‘t think that knowing of all the mean things people think of you and ignoring them to carry on was such a big part of life“, I tell my witch over a cup of tea.She laughs.My back hurts.This day in February has been too warm and the humidity is giving me headache.„But youContinue reading “Am I brave enough to be me?”
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Better tale
I have a feelingit‘s all over my skin.I have an ideaI let myself soak inbut not let it cookwith a bit of VanillaI would be better.If I was with you. I was betterwhen you were there.I have an imagehere in my head.There is an imageI want you to seeof my flouncy skirtand between my fingertipsyourContinue reading “Better tale”
On writing to survive
This one is about a dark thing I used to say several times in the past four years. Although dark, it‘s also a thing that got me through them is probably one of the reasons why I am still writing here. Before you continue reading, consider this a warning. This post deals with issues suchContinue reading “On writing to survive”
Of cigarettes and wine
Roses and raindropsVanilla and deathwhere have you beenwhen our world was upset? I have been waitinghere all alongin fearof the sun again to appear. Vanilla and Deathcigarettes and winewithout younothing was ever fine. We are so fragilewe need a pathto catch our stepssooner than death. Cigarettes and wineI confused sugar and saltAll I needed washearingContinue reading “Of cigarettes and wine”
Tale from beneath skin
When being looked upon with eyes so sad, a witch once giggled: „Wanna peel off my skin to check what‘s beneath?“ To see what she might hide inside?Does her blood run in purple,instead of red?Do her bones look justlike everybody else‘s? „How can pretty eyes be so sad?“, the witch wonders as they pierce ontoContinue reading “Tale from beneath skin”
A good kind of after-sadness
„And what now?“, I ask my witch as the last chocolate is eaten. „What‘s next?“Layla giggle into her now empty bottle of wine. „After sadness, you mean?“ After sadness.After raging against the universe, with cupcakes at midnight and a sunrise flavoured in wine.After an eternity spent in Vanilla scented candle light.After loss.Unheard screams. „Where doContinue reading “A good kind of after-sadness”
Reality challenged thoughts of a witch
Maybe I am only slowly understanding my connection to reality. Maybe I need to take half a step out of my skin to have the right perspective to tell stories, or maybe the „Barbie“ – movie almost made me change the names of my online accounts – this is a thing I am still thinkingContinue reading “Reality challenged thoughts of a witch”
A dark Mr. Right for my witch – Witching novel update!
A witch would probably be best suited for spending most of her time alone in her house in the forest, but that is not the kind of fate I imagine for my witch. It‘s not the kind of story I want to tell. Just as, having her die in the first attempts of the worldContinue reading “A dark Mr. Right for my witch – Witching novel update!”
Adventure dream thoughts!
Can you think of a scenery that immediately lures your mind away into adventures? An image that reminds you of heroes and monsters and of overcoming the borders of this world? A view that escaped one of the fairytale collections in your bookshelf, or fits into the favourite book of your childhood?For me, this haveContinue reading “Adventure dream thoughts!”
On demons getting caught in your sheets – my favourite winter myth!
„Between the years“ is what we call these days late in the old and early in the new year here where I live, and I want to share one of my favourite superstition about this time with you.These long nights with an early and slowly setting sun, possibly even a lot of Christmas sweets waitingContinue reading “On demons getting caught in your sheets – my favourite winter myth!”
Tale of leftover chocolate at the end of the world
„What is it even worth?“, the witch repeats my question late at night and knows to giggle into the candle light, as she just escaped one of the pretty portraits on the wall.The softest fabrics keeping her in shape.But what is it worth?To breathe into a chest bound so tight?What is it worth?To be inContinue reading “Tale of leftover chocolate at the end of the world”
What does healing even mean?
I am sitting at a restaurant late at night, and I feel pretty with my cat ears on. The friendly words of the person in front of me are so disturbing that I wait for touching piano music to drown out the chatting and clattering all around, and as he reaches out to pet myContinue reading “What does healing even mean?”
Darkness in poetry (in pictures)
I carry witching words with me to remind me of my dream of empathy. These spells are written for shared darkness and the dream of empathy in leaking souls. My dream of empathy.
Tale of hearts and needles
Tonight‘s tale is about a precious thing.Precious enough to have the witch, the quiet girl, the weird one gather all her courage and say:„We were too good for this world!“Too good to exist within it?Where to find the path to walk, the place to rest?Where, if together you are nothing but the dream of howContinue reading “Tale of hearts and needles”
In the need for magic – winter stolstice thoughts
With a hot fairy in front of me and my witch in the back of my head, I am looking at the dark blue sky and feel almost equipped to face it. „Don‘t forget the crazy mouse“, my witch giggles and pours us another cup. Having the choice between vanilla or hazelnut, I feel memoriesContinue reading “In the need for magic – winter stolstice thoughts”
Recognizing Dystopia
Maybe it is a flickering at the horizon, or the lack of colours in the world. It can be a drumming in the distance making your cup of coffee spill over the edge. Either way, it does not seem easy to miss once Dystopia opens its eyes and sheds its light onto your world.„And yetContinue reading “Recognizing Dystopia”
How demons own you!
When was the last time that you have felt as if there was something in your back? You that is not a witch or a wizard, but simply a person – did the feeling not ever pass? Not even when you were pressed onto a wall, with no space in your back? And still, itContinue reading “How demons own you!”
Tale about the girl in the sugar house
What is the fate of the girl living alone in a house in the forest? Tainted in Vanilla, covered in sugar and made from delicious dreams, this is an image just as legendary as the girl inside being finally caught on fire.But what else does the world hold for her?A world that has gone dark,Continue reading “Tale about the girl in the sugar house”
Flavourless tale
A girl once lost her scent, her taste, her flavour in all the good intentions she was carrying around. Good intentions that were wasted in a universe gone mad, so she had lost it all for nothing and is out there with an ashen face.The girl that spontaneously went colorblind wears nothing but a corsetContinue reading “Flavourless tale”
Dystopia fault
The horizon is glowing.The days keep coming, in purple and blue.„Is this my Dystopia fault?“, I ask my witch. In the past years, I have come across one statement about the newly felt fragility of life very often, and I have constantly felt as if something about that was not right.So often have I readContinue reading “Dystopia fault”
A surreal state of unfinished dreams
I have discovered one writing habit of mine which I would call my weirdest, and now that I think about it, it does not only show in my writing. Whenever I work on something, I like to divide it into three parts. I passionately enjoy the first one, I struggle a lot with the secondContinue reading “A surreal state of unfinished dreams”
When two souls gently touch
„When I see you“ were words whispered through a breath daring enough to outlast Dystopia, as soft as it was. When I see you,I am not afraid of pain unbearableI open my chestI leak out in front of youPlease drown in meWhen I see you,I find the final frequencyI sing the very last one ofContinue reading “When two souls gently touch”
Dystopia youth
„When were you young?“, I ask my witch one early evening as we sit with a hazelnut flavoured hot chocolate by the window and watch dramatic clouds appear over the roof tops. I do not need a reminder of the last decade before the 30-years-war began, but rather want to catch some memories. And makeContinue reading “Dystopia youth”
Long night thoughts – A writing update
I don‘t exactly suffer from writer‘s block these days. I force myself to sacrifice sleep and rest to write and write, but nothing good seems to come of it. This happens. It has happened before, and eventually I have found my routine again, and I created things that I liked again. Still, whenever I runContinue reading “Long night thoughts – A writing update”
Surviving the ending with my witch!
„Is it okay to microwave vodka?“, I ask my witch at 4 AM as if she‘d know. „My tea got cold.“And she giggles. „Why is there even tea in your vodka?“Yes, it is that way around. Not the other. Why?Because I once again have to deal with questions I can only ever ask my witchContinue reading “Surviving the ending with my witch!”
Lovely demonic advice
Has there been a fire?Is that why your cheeks are covered in gray and your breath is a cough?Has it made you run too fast? Chased you away when you were out of breath?Is there a gray cloud threatening your sky?Just like a storm hanging at the horizon?Ready to burst.To suffocate you.Is that why yourContinue reading “Lovely demonic advice”
A few surprising facts about witch hunts!
The term witch hunt is often used when someone became very provocative, asked an uncomfortable question, or even tried to change the way things are. When someone tried to shake things up and made some enemies, we tend to call the consequences a witch hunt. Since even J.K. Rowling was granted a lot of attentionContinue reading “A few surprising facts about witch hunts!”
Personal essay – Searching for a warm thought in an autumn night!
Since it‘s a dark and seemingly endless November night that also has me trapped in bed with another Covid-infection, I think it‘s time to question my motivation, and my witch giggles. “Yes, that is what makes these nights easier”, she whispers into our midnight coffee. Where were we?My motivation to make it through the darkContinue reading “Personal essay – Searching for a warm thought in an autumn night!”
Why being human is so terrifying
„Is it called eye shadow, because you use it to paint extra shadows under your eyes?“, my witch asks as I blink into the mirror and the upper eyelid, the under one as well as my cheeks are sparkling in silver. Still sparkling, but also looking ill.Looking like no decent sleep for a while.Like aContinue reading “Why being human is so terrifying”
The dream of love and chocolate!
„Why is it always terrible things that are thought to belong in life?“, I ask my witch over a midnight coffee. Why always those that hurt and are unbearable?Why heartbreak and falling apart?Why never friendship and chimney fire?Never love and chocolate.Why still the shards left behind by things once loved?Those shards, still good enough toContinue reading “The dream of love and chocolate!”
Mistress witch writes 