Author S. K. Nicholas

x and i: a novel

a journal for damned lovers vol 1-3

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  • Originally posted on Sudden Denouement Collective: He is the rain on a cold grey day— the arthritis that ravages my bones and when he breathes, it’s a Nor’easter wind— I’m blown apart; shattered; scattered; kicked about like autumn leaves, dead ? Unwritten letters from our post-mortem breathe life into her apparition Like the weather; she… Read more

  • Licence

    Originally posted on jimmi campkin: I sat on the bar stool, notebook covered in scraps of poetry.  One empty pint glass and another one on the way.  I hadn’t eaten all day – this was my food money, but I can’t sleep on a full stomach so I drink cheap lager and try to make… Read more

  • buckets

    Originally posted on Daffniblog: When you woke up you thought I was someone else. Maybe if my hair was a little blonder and a little straighter things would be different. Or maybe if I was better at cleaning and cooking like a real woman. But I’m so happy I’m me, am I that much less?… Read more

  • Originally posted on Sudden Denouement Collective: Sudden Denouement Publishing Presents: Nicole Lyons’ New Book –I Am A World Of Uncertainties Disguised As A Girl is available now via Amazon.  [I am honored to be part of bringing to the world a new collection of the exquisite poetry of Nicole Lyons.  I have discovered so many… Read more

  • Originally posted on Sudden Denouement Collective: We crossed that bridge the second you came upon it, beach blankets soaked and the lovers’ notes carved a generation before us had seemed entirely too heavy until that night when I sat down to undercooked chicken and overcooked rice served with an unconditional side of love. And I… Read more

  • Originally posted on Sudden Denouement Collective: Umbral Nimbus- Max Meuiner the preference is to not partake thus, do parts persist with aching much akin to skin forsaken and inference of its open ends through foregone hope denied amend that only cloaks a wartime pretense in pensive pantomime suspending flush with fiery flashes spurring tear-soaked soft… Read more

  • hours 

    Originally posted on samantha lucero: I see those mottled photos, ornate albums of yesterdays yellow sun Of swollen women, dream-like, in a lavender field. They leash their arms around an oval-shape becoming empty; the shape deflates, the air comes out like water. It starts to breathe it’s own small breath in the shape of a… Read more

  • Temptress

    Originally posted on Inked Thoughts and Midnight Monologues: These daydreams strangle me with a passionate grasp, they clutch me till breathlessness takes over and leave me just as I am about to die of ecstasy. If I could, my hands would run all over your body and soul alike till I’ve stripped you off naked… Read more

  • Originally posted on Sudden Denouement Collective: The Glass Castle In A Vase (or perhaps Franklin or Einstein or Gauguin or your local sub-bridge bum) I find myself in one place: it’s too intuitive to be real. A man of stature and possibility beaming a light that shines no farther than the wall. Certainty is absurd… Read more

  • Struck By Watts

    Originally posted on Daffniblog: Standing on the bed while he sleeps I stare until he acknowledges me. When he does I snuggle up and ask him to kiss every part of me if he wants to go back to sleep. Reminds me of how I always used to get in trouble for staying up late.… Read more