Author S. K. Nicholas

  On those streets during the walk back home, it can get so cold that you can’t help but cross yourself every third or fourth step. Down pathways and between houses you will never ever step foot in, the damp gets into your bones so much so that you swear this is what it must… Read more

  Another morning, another hangover followed by fried food and cups of tea and books and writing and editing and the promise of a glimpse into another world that continually evades my grasp. Stood in the garden, I close my eyes and listen. I’m not sure what I hear, but it sounds fantastic, enough to make… Read more

  There is a strip of flesh just beneath her breasts that calls to me from across the ocean of night. It sings a song that no one else would ever know, and try as I might to block it out, it picks away at my brain giving me the itch. And boy, is it… Read more

  The morning after the night before, I wake and piss in the bathroom sink while washing my mouth out to take away the taste of bottled beer and cigarettes. After a breakfast of eggs and bacon and a mug of tea, my stomach begins to heave so I take a shit and feel at… Read more

  There are alleyways that take me to knowing, brown eyes. There are moments when two sets of fingers touch in secret that lead to legs that pull me in and a mouth that spits me out. In a doorway, you spin. From the shadows, you emerge like a cat ready to scratch my skin… Read more

  In my hands, there’s a storm with your name on it. On your belly, I spread my truth and demand you look at me. If you can’t look at me, you must be lying, and I don’t want a lover that’s afraid of coming face to face with how things really are. In my… Read more

  The glow of the alarm clock washes over her face as I sit on the edge of the bed smoking my cigarette. A little rest was all I sought, but for now, it evades my grasp. Holding her ankle within my greasy hand, she mumbles something in her sleep, but I’m too busy going… Read more

  In the void to my right. On the freeway near the lake where lovers go to bathe during spells of warm warmer. By my side while the rest of the world slips into the maelstrom. They chatter and spit and hack away and just don’t know when to stop. They peel back my foreskin… Read more

  When she undresses, I close my eyes and taste chocolate toothpaste cake. Y’know, the pudding they served back in school when we were kids. It’s been years since I ate the stuff, but when she stands there before the window without a stitch on she opens so many doors within me, that shit just… Read more