Let me bring to you the tale of the most perverted cabinet I have ever seen! First of all, I visited a beautiful castle this weekend, and although I am not allowed to upload the photos I took inside, I will tell you about one thing in there that kindled a lot of witching energyContinue reading “A heartbreaking castle finding!”
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The fictional reality of being a witch
„As witches, we are too fictional for them“, Layla giggles into my ear as we order the third Vanilla Latte of this rainy summer afternoon, all while wearing a white dress that now that we‘re among other people more and more feels unfitting.„I‘m wearing a night dress“, I complain. „Or, a hospital gone.“„How is thatContinue reading “The fictional reality of being a witch”
Choking tale
Life before witching took place … … when breathing into a chestcovered in fabricand held back by ribbonsto never let go. … when a tongue was tastingwhat teeth were chewingfor a pitfearing to be full. … when eyes sawwhatever was expectedonly to ignore the shadowrushing in the corner. But what if … … someone takesContinue reading “Choking tale”
Tales a place can tell
When seeing a new place, I have to figure for a while what kind of tale it has to tell. Maybe I am a bit more thin skinned than others, but it can actually take me a while and stop my thoughts until I understood what exactly I‘m feeling and where my thoughts are goingContinue reading “Tales a place can tell”
How I chose the century for my novel – Merry crisis!
When planning to write the witching novel, I had a few centuries to pick from. I did not know right from the start where this would lead me. Witch hunts belong into medieval times, right? And those last up to … when exactly? 1500? 1600? Discussing epochs is a lot of fun! I will giveContinue reading “How I chose the century for my novel – Merry crisis!”
Tale across the wall
A witch once climbed on top of the city wall.Which was meant to keep her safeand hidden from the world. And what happened to the witch to make this tale worth telling? Did she stumble?Did she fall?Land down on the pavement?Scratch her knee?Or break her ankle?Has she been seen?Caught by jealous eyes?Found bleeding on theContinue reading “Tale across the wall”
Tale about losing a heart
“Oh, what am I doing to my heart.” … A witch once asked herself,after climbing the city wall,While embracing the distanceOf foreign tree tops and hills,The lights of houses in her back,Welcoming the shadow waiting for her,Losing hold and jumping down,Into untamed grass,Reaching for his shadow hand,Being pulled awayFrom rooftops and street lights,Looking into eyesWhichContinue reading “Tale about losing a heart”
Empathic Dystopia
A witch once walked the earth with a heart ready to jump out of her chest. Ready to burn. Attempting to drown. Carrying the weight of a dying world, she needed to sense herself. To see her face. To hear her voice. But not in a mirror, and not in a lake, or in theContinue reading “Empathic Dystopia”
Hot summer night daydream
Let‘s conquer the heat wave with this castle in winter! I can‘t wait for the world to cool down, calm down and slow down, and for autumn‘s colours to sooth everyday into a soft and magical atmosphere. I can‘t wait for hot chocolate and cinnamon and pumpkin soup. For rainy days that actually feel refreshing,Continue reading “Hot summer night daydream”
Coffee in Dystopia
The world is on fire.The ashes is spreading.We are coughing the smoke.…and I want to have coffee with you. Dead bodies piled up.Their names never known.Their faces are shadows.…and I yearn for a coffee with you. There is poison in the air.In your breath.In my mouth.… but please have a coffee with me. Have aContinue reading “Coffee in Dystopia”
Words a witch once sang
“I was living by the lake.I had you by my side.And when you left,I was so sad,I tried to drown myself. When I had jumped right off the cliffMy heart could not waitTo disappear into the wavesOf my favourite lake. But just when it had swallowed meIt spit me right outJust so enough above itsContinue reading “Words a witch once sang”
Tale about summoning
The witch had her cauldron ready.It was ready, when eyes could not see.It was hidden from a world that had forgotten to dream.When the sun was rising reluctantly.When the rain did not drum.When the wind did not sing,but scream.When the void was forming.When the shape was ready,and it fit a lost someone.When land had burned.WhenContinue reading “Tale about summoning”
Wherever magic hides!
If you were to find a door like this in the forest, where would it lead you?Where would you want it to lead you?I‘m thinking that this may be one of the oldest dreams our funny brains ever left us with. Even when I look at cave paintings our ancestors left behind, I wonder ifContinue reading “Wherever magic hides!”
“Ruin me, Baby.”
Standing by the window, this witch‘s hair was bound back.Her favourite blue dress was covered with an overcoat.Swallowing her shape. When she was breathing, she was asked not to breathe in too deep.At least not too much.By those in terror by her passion. And when she was singing, sometimes they clapped their hands.Only to askContinue reading ““Ruin me, Baby.””
Monschau – A small town of resilience
„Look at these cozy houses even surviving your hell!“, I tell my witch searching through photographs over candle light that pictured a very resilient small town, hidden in the hills. There is one small medieval town not far from where I live that has found a place in my heart. Since it was hidden veryContinue reading “Monschau – A small town of resilience”
How I carry witching words with me!
As all my readers know, I started this blog when the pandemic stopped my world and for the first time I had the time to get really lost in my head! It’s not always nice what you may find in there, but some things I want to keep! Especially my new priority towards my creativity,Continue reading “How I carry witching words with me!”
The (in)sensitivity of witching
Have you ever dared to be in pain, when someone asked you not to be? Probably even the person causing it?Of all the different ways to become a witch, this is my favourite one of all!„You‘re such a drama queen“, my witch giggles into our iced coffee, on one of those hot summer days thatContinue reading “The (in)sensitivity of witching”
Tale about forgiveness
Once the witch was placed next to the window nailed shut, he would enter the room and ask her to relief the world from her voice too sweet.„But I haven‘t even said anything“, she would whisper.„So you will never know the blessing of silence“, he would respond. Once her hands were in chains and boundContinue reading “Tale about forgiveness”
Tale about existing
„Deeper in the existential dread.“That was not the answer my witch had expected when asking for the sparkling wine.„Refrigerator“, I say. „Means, existential dread.“ I just hate refrigerators.They‘re always chubby and big, and wrong in the picture. Even those that aren‘t white. I once saw a pink one at a party, and I still feltContinue reading “Tale about existing”
Tale about broken skin
„You put this skin back into place.“ Under a full moon in spring,with a song echoing through a nightending with a purple skyHands found skinfound this skin that was holdingsomething that was ill shaped.This skin was stretched too farand almost ripped apartUntil there were these handsto hold itand to cover all it‘s holesfor it toContinue reading “Tale about broken skin”
About the one who started the witching myth!
Today I‘m wondering how it all started!Who is the father of the witching myth as it developed in early modern Europe?Who the hell was the person that wrote the manifest starting the witch hunts in Europe? Who would waste their time scribbling together a piece such as „Malleus Maleficarum“, only to be responsible for thousandsContinue reading “About the one who started the witching myth!”
To the one chasing the nightmare
These days were not dark.They also weren‘t light.They were noise.Sometimes yellow.But mostly gray. And she was not waiting anymore.But wishing for things, still.And into the distance that wasn‘t even one,but rather an empty hole,she whispered: „Oh, if the world hadn‘t hurt you!If only your eyes would sparkle!And if the world hadn‘t scarred me.And if onlyContinue reading “To the one chasing the nightmare”
Broken sex
Was this body made to taste things? „I was made to taste a Vanilla Latte“, my witch giggles into the sunrise one morning.„I was made to taste this raspberry banana cupcake“, I respond. Bodies can sense so many things.Some on the outside, like the summer rain in a stormy night.Some on the inside, as theContinue reading “Broken sex”
Uterus discussion
Remember, when I introduced my witch? When I described her as a uterus-carrying being?That was more than just following a new trend of political correctness in the year of 2020. It had a very personal meaning to the both of us. With this post, I am trying to collect those thoughts when confronting the realityContinue reading “Uterus discussion”
Stubborn tale
Since my last post was about closing a chapter and about a tale I was so anxious to never happen, this post will be about one I never got to write, and I am glad that I did not! When I started my blog, I was confused. I had no idea where it would end,Continue reading “Stubborn tale”
Dystopia achievements
Living through a tale means this one has not been told yet.There are so many possible endings. Endings to be yearned for, and also those to be feared to appear at the horizon one day. And there also are moments in which it is in doubt whether this tale is about to happen at all,Continue reading “Dystopia achievements”
My heart fears your departure
My heart fears your departure. What if you have already left?Left int the darkness, when I couldn‘t see?In those busy hours, when I couldn‘t hear?What if raindrops covered your steps, never to be found?My heart feels the distance growing.Never knowing where exactly you are.Feeling the waves of an ocean between us.What if you have leftContinue reading “My heart fears your departure”
Skin needs to feel
This one is about wanting to feel everything, but escaping the pain.About needing the world to release the right sensation deep within.Because skin needs to feel it!But please, skip the pain! One of the few classical German writers I ever liked to read once asked in one of his poems where he was supposed toContinue reading “Skin needs to feel”
Tale about growth
If you had seen her grow, she would have become a flower.Blooming in the rain.With roots deep in the ground.With the earth embracing her.And holding her through storm, thunder and rain.With a blossom welcoming the sun.But she grew without your eyes.Without your thoughts and words.And they left an empty space.An empty space to fall into.TheyContinue reading “Tale about growth”
This never was a home!
„Maybe, it never even was a home“, my witch whispers a reminder into my ears as the train flies along fields and the raindrops start to paint onto the landscapes, with the scent of our Vanilla Latte warming up my soul. Maybe it never was.Not if it left a heart like this.Not if it brokeContinue reading “This never was a home!”
Mistress witch writes 