„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”
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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”
Stories to remember
I want to tell stories that live on. I‘m not talking about writing bestsellers and being famous, but about contributing something meaningful on some level to our shared cultural memory. At least a little bit. When my grandfather, who also was my last grandparent, died very recently, we went through his things and also foundContinue reading “Stories to remember”
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”
Am I brave enough to be me?
„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?”
Soft tale
„I think I‘ll always be too soft to survive this world“, I tell my witch one night.Tonight‘s tale is about one of those days that should not have happened. One of those 14 hours that end with the realization that staying in bed would have been the better option. I‘ve had a horrible journey onContinue reading “Soft tale”
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”
This skin needs to feel!
This skin needs to feel.It needs to feel for me to last. This skin needs the light to sparkle,providing a tickling,to reach behind the surfaceto heart and soul.It needs to warm up,to sometimes burn.This skin can play with fire. This skin needs the rain,as icy drops to feel like needles,but leave it whole.It needs theContinue reading “This skin needs to feel!”
My stubbornness of writing!
Lately, I have been wondering if my time to take a little break from writing and posting might have come. Don‘t worry, the witch in the back of my head protested and I know that I am much to stubborn and inspired (or obsessed with my few moments of magic) to go through with it.Still,Continue reading “My stubbornness of writing!”
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”
Mistress witch writes 