This one is about me and my witch walking through Dystopia. Or walking away from it? One of those odd things that I started during the first lockdown and have not given up yet are daily walks for 2-3 hours. They led out of the city and into forests and fields, between haunted houses, cowsContinue reading “Walking through Dystopia”
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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”
Do you remember the last time?
Now that nothingness is taking over again, and at least where Layla and I live we are all sworn into facing the hardest months of the pandemic just now, I wonder how many last times of things I remember. Let‘s start with this one:The last time my friends forced me to sing karaoke with them.Continue reading “Do you remember the last time?”
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”
Tale about remembering
I feel the curiosity of thoughtsand the sparkling of ideas,the violet sparkle of something being special. I can smell old books and coffeeand see a golden sunrisepromising a new day. I hear voices of peopleand feel the rain on my facewhile running for a train. I remember the feelingof knowing what to expect tomorrowand alsoContinue reading “Tale about remembering”
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”
The perfect year for witching
„I used to have those yellow lights in my windows, too“, I say to my witch as we take a walk late at night and find our haunted houses on the way decorated with beautiful Christmas lights. „But of course I hate these things from now on.“„Sure.“ I had to admit that this December nightContinue reading “The perfect year for witching”
Tale about goodbyes
We never said goodbye, so you have to return. I am thinking about all those goodbyes that were never said.About eyes becoming fearful round.About lips opening slightly, but no words coming out.About tears getting ready but staying inside. And I wonder whether these were promises for precious things to still be part of days thatContinue reading “Tale about goodbyes”
How witches dream
The glitter from the last lonely wine night two days ago still visible, but the mass of pizzas I had ordered in thought of company finally eaten, I said to my witch: „Layla, give me a dream that can break this world.“ After all, that was what witches had burned for. Actually, to accuse aContinue reading “How witches dream”
I want to say something
Can I say something?I want to say something.Please, let me say something. Let me say something in a voice that you like.With a nice voice.With a voice to be heard,without sounding hard. Listen to my voice as a voice that you like.Listen to my voice that you likewhile I say that I have to sayContinue reading “I want to say something”
Caught in candy
„Something has been lost“, I say to my witch. „Something that has been just as essential as food and rest, and I‘m still expected to function.„Just stop functioning“, Layla says and eats her violet cloud. I am certain that I already have. I have been through months of screaming at night on a field, andContinue reading “Caught in candy”
Hope is furious
„It‘s time to wear black and be sad.“My witch and I perfectly agreed with 13 year old me. Being 25 years old in 2020 felt surprisingly similar. Whatever would make me happy, or a little lesser sad, was not available anymore. „It‘s constant darkness, and I‘m still running around looking for a light that isContinue reading “Hope is furious”
See me as a witch
What makes a person, Layla? Is it two arms and legs,and eyes to see,and a voice to speak with,and blood to spill? Maybe, he saw me as a person. He did not seethat all I ever did was vibratingon that very last frequencythat was left by better days. He saw me as one,but I thinkContinue reading “See me as a witch”
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”
A lucky knot in this weird universe
I am going to collect everything that is not broken yet, and put all the lucky knots of this weird universe in one place, for once. „Are you already done with everything that‘s broken?“, Layla is mocking me. No, I am not. How could I. Things that break lay scattered into thousands of shards andContinue reading “A lucky knot in this weird universe”
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”
Being loved by a witch
Being loved by a witchand you‘ll never have to search the shadowsthe demons have already been given a cookie. Being loved by a witchbut don‘t be scared.A soul is crying out to you. Being loved by a witchmeans I‘ll drink this bottle of wine and have sex with youalthough you‘re gone so long. Being lovedContinue reading “Being loved by a witch”
Being alive is a horror, sometimes.
A hot chocolate for me.Tea for my witch.„Being alive is a really bad idea.“ We are sitting on cushions between boxes and furniture to be put into place, while only the bright light on the ceiling is available.„But people keep doing so“, my witch answers.„Because sometimes it feels really good.“I don‘t have to mention thatContinue reading “Being alive is a horror, sometimes.”
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”
Dystopia goes on
I am sitting on the couch and I can‘t move. My feet are wet and dry socks are just two steps away from me. But I don‘t want to move, because once I‘ve moved, I would also have to bring the laundry into the basement and put it up to dry, and also get theContinue reading “Dystopia goes on”
Ice cream and daydreams
When walking homemy arms full ofa box of donuts and a cup of ice cream,I was so sad. I was so sadand I was wearing blackand even hiding half my face under a dark cloth,and I cried. I criedand you never knewhow sad I was and it made mecry even more. It made mecry evenContinue reading “Ice cream and daydreams”
These empty months
Nights grew longer, and lights began to shine and twinkle and burn as they only ever did when autumn arrived. My witch and I were thinking about how all these empty months had been, and how even they had been filled with things, just not the things that had been expected. Not with certain wordsContinue reading “These empty months”
Dreaming of kissing strangers
Missing those times, when there were just strangers. Discovering those eyes of his,and how they conquer the world,and are wounds ripped into this face,giving a clear view into shadows. Missing those times, when coffee and cake made up another witching dream. When skin on skin was thoughtand a beating heartgave away a violet sparkle. MissingContinue reading “Dreaming of kissing strangers”
“At least let me be dead inside.”
„I don‘t care. I‘m dead inside, remember?“ A decision had been made. The leaves were orange and red as they flew by my window, while raindrops painted into the view. Before me on the table lay two wooden needles and wool in shades of copper. For the perfect autumn feeling, I would need a hotContinue reading ““At least let me be dead inside.””
I need another witching dream!
There is a new day to begin,There is a stranger to become familiar.But there is no voice to be found down this throat.There is a space which had once been filled with something, and now seems to be shrinking. Maybe it was lost,flew out while screaming too loud,and is now wandering the night as anContinue reading “I need another witching dream!”
Mistress witch writes 