Author S. K. Nicholas

x and i: a novel

a journal for damned lovers vol 1-3

  • birds & h e a r t s- ra’ahe khayat

    Originally posted on Sudden Denouement Collective: we’re not humans without h e a r t s but hearts without bodies, being fed to strange birds with s t r a n g e r heartbeats- that nibble on our veins, and pluck at our skins until their beaks bleed, and they h a n g… Read more

  • Heavy Rain

      You fall asleep clutching a half-eaten packet of Quavers. Taking them from your hand, I place them in my lap and then rest my head on yours while looking out the window. It’s been raining since yesterday and won’t stop. Everywhere’s flooded. Even our hearts. With a little food in your belly, you felt… Read more

  • Sunflowers

    Waiting for the bus, I smoke to pass the time while you suffer alone in God’s curse complaining that your belly hurts and you’re going to be sick. It’s not that I’m uncaring, it’s just there’s not much I can do to help you. After all, it’s God, and I’m just a little man. Just… Read more

  • Not much else

    Originally posted on Daffniblog: Day two: headache. Day four hundred and something: Missed post. I thought it might keep me up all night, missing a day of writing, but this headache is putting me under. I try not to move too much or too fast. Or think too much. But this brain can’t not think.… Read more

  • The Plague

      Summer nights of wine and filterless cigarettes as the town danced outside our window. Balmy hours of strange new music and the distant hum of London that pushed and pulled our adolescent heads in all directions. Those days of painting. Those moments of oil on canvas and the first steps of trying to make… Read more

  • Deeper Than Dreaming

    A.R. Minhas The waters re-appear Drowning imagination in salty froth As the world strangles his neck, he felt his teeth fall, Below the abyss of the waking world— like notes from the past Images left on the canvas “Don’t paint them again!” I wander now on the boat made of rubber tires Using broken hands… Read more

  • Magic Carpet

      Beneath the snow by the side of the road, there’s a promise of what you could be. A future butterfly. A bud waiting to shoot into some kind of new moon that will brighten these cold and biting days. Here and there, a bird comes down from the sky and looks about before returning… Read more

  • With Teeth

    It snows but it’s sunny, and the world is a tangled mess of drinkers and dreamers. Each snowflake that lands upon my outstretched hand is a gift from no one, but such a thing is a gift in itself, and it makes me smile despite my lips being cracked and about ready to bleed. Sometimes I’m… Read more

  • Bedtime Stories

    Originally posted on tales of the restless: I try to make myself feel alright, but it leaves me feeling empty. I’m full of holes I fill with faded visions and imaginary conversations; the things that come to haunt me in the short hours between one day and the next. I think I’m awake, but I’m… Read more

  • Astral Dissociation & the Unattainable Cryogenic Pathway to the Stars

    Originally posted on Poetry Out West: “Who gives a fuck anyway? This makes no sense at all to anyone with amnesia” JD Butler?​ Give me a .50 calibre assault weapon & I’ll show you how it’s done properly! * I’m from New Zealand & I can still marvel at the Milky Way, navigate my eyes… Read more