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Originally posted on Sudden Denouement Collective: a city map is sewn in the scalp; +++looped in the goat-milk, or spit out, tongued in silky blades of stomped +++down grass. i’m crowned with high-pitched fingers +++clenched in fur. in octaves only shades can bear, i simmer +++in their holy cradles. i become the roughened corner of… Read more
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She breathes in as deep as she can, and when she exhales several seconds later, out comes a mist of stars that wraps itself around her like the arms of a lover. The road that carries her is a river and an arrow and a song that bubbles and hisses in the bellies of the… Read more
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Originally posted on jimmi campkin: Walking through the graveyard in shoes that don’t fit me properly, looking at the stones leaning here and there…. some face down and others scarred by weather and youths. I cannot help feeling anxious. Everything is the same – old church, young trees, dead mothers and fathers. I got my… Read more
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All around, you see and taste the lives of other people you won’t ever come close to. With your hands in your pockets breathing in mouthfuls of dead air, you look at the ground because to look at the sky means questions and you don’t have the answers so what’s the point. Sometimes you… Read more
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The stink of hearts that beat to the wrong beat. The stink of minds that wander to the wrong kinds of shore. Body parts. Bodies. Limbs and fingers and teeth and toes that wriggle and tickle behind eyes that should know better. All things come, and all things go. Doors. So many doors. Days.… Read more
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So yeah, the third volume of A Journal for Damned Lovers, due to be published later in the year, will be the last in the series. Kinda strange they’ll be no more, and yet the third volume will be a fitting end to an incredible four-year journey. What comes next? The next project will see… Read more
Author S. K. Nicholas 