Author S. K. Nicholas

x and i: a novel

a journal for damned lovers vol 1-3

  • Linger

    Originally posted on jimmi campkin: I sit on a hard, backless bench, hands clasped and bored as though I’m at church, bored to the infantile prattlings of the damnless, people so witless that they couldn’t sin if they tried, unless the sin was to be fireless.  I look across to a young man pushing food… Read more

  • Just Like Her

      Lost and bored while eating pizza in the bath, through the open window came the sound of lovers arguing on the street below. Part of me was tempted to get out and spy on them, but instead, I peeled back my foreskin and questioned the nature of my existence. There were no answers, but… Read more

  • Release

      There’s fried chicken and then a cigarette stood in the doorway of a store that’s been empty for years. Yet again it’s pissing it down, and even though I keep trying to rise above it, failure and the end are in every shadow. The streets are empty as they always are. The parks and… Read more

  • I Die in the Water – Jasper Kerkau

    Originally posted on The Writings of Jasper Kerkau: I died again. In the waters as usual. It is always the water. Somehow it all makes sense. It is always the minor things. The minutia that pulls me under. The little, wet idiosyncrasies, stuffed words, distant miscommunication. I die over and over again. Each time, I… Read more

  • The Absence of You

      In some fast food joint in the centre of town, I eat a burger and chips while looking up your Instagram profile on my phone. Those around me are discussing the film they’ve just seen, but I’m outside of their conversation. Looking at you on the broken screen of my Samsung, I smile at your… Read more

  • Little Man

      Darting from car to car, she scampers around in the darkness avoiding my best efforts at finding her. It’s pissing down with rain, and if she doesn’t come in soon, she’ll be soaked and will catch a cold. But we’ve argued, and she’s staying out to prove a point. She caught me looking at… Read more

  • Sirens

      When the birds outside sing their songs and you play around with what you’ve got, the music kicks in and I forget how to speak and how to think. What’s your name? What do you look like? As I drink a few beers and roll a cigarette, you flicker in and out of existence… Read more

  • The Universe

    Originally posted on Letsblogdotcom: There are poets who write about the collision of atoms, the laws of the cosmos meaning the laws of the universe itself, the forming of constellations and then they compare it to the love they have for their significant other. I can’t seem to do that. I mean have you looked… Read more

  • Stars but No Heaven

      There are muted voices from the other side of the door and a glimpse through the keyhole of her body. Yeah, that body, the one that sings to me in the dead of night causing me to wake and light a cigarette with trembling hands. Behind the door, there are lifeforms that resemble my… Read more

  • Dead bunny

    Originally posted on Daffniblog: Came home to a dead bunny at my back door. It’s eyes were wide but its little paws were curled in a way that reminded me of a child nestled next to its mother. The flies already began to have their way with it and all I could do was stare… Read more