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Down unfamiliar streets, this body of mine crumbles with each step, and yet from within, there’s this music that beats to a tune of its own. Flesh slips from bone and doubt dances with regret, and not one hour goes by when it doesn’t feel like I’m struggling for each breath, but here I am,… Read more
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Originally posted on CREATIVELY ILLUSTRATED: I’ve been visiting London since I was a young child and have always loved it. I don’t profess to know it like a local, but I know my way around pretty well. The Scottish cities have a completely different vibe, more contained, are easier to get around. London – on… Read more
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Originally posted on Sudden Denouement Collective: Sudden Denouement Publishing is thrilled to announce the upcoming release of Rachel Finch’s book of poetry ‘A Sparrow Stirs its Wings.” Rachel is the powerhouse behind the Bruised But Not Broken community on Facebook, which provides support and healing for trauma survivors. She is also a Contributing Writer for Blood Into Ink and… Read more
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Down the stairwell opposite the cinema. Got a cold so I press my finger against my left nostril and shoot snot from the other that flies through the air then out of sight. Got some tobacco in my back pocket but whenever I smoke my throat burns and life feels desperately cruel so I refrain.… Read more
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The hours run away. They slip and slide like the tiny feet of the ducks and swans that glide over the frozen lake in her lunchtime dreams. Behind those eyes of hers, the world blooms, and there’s no such thing as heartache and no such thing as pain, and life is this one long car… Read more
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Originally posted on Daffniblog: Manic cola bubbles and the fear of crashing. The shift in conversation because I just can’t handle the words I love you. Two slices of white pizza because I don’t properly digest tomato sauce. It’s a small pizza shop been one of my favs since high school. I pick the table… Read more
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Children rush past me on their way to some gathering that means the world to them. Their laughter makes me smile even though I’m hungry, and when I’m hungry, there’s no lifting my mood until food works its way into this greedy, should-know-better belly of mine. I keep seeing her from the corner of my… Read more
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Originally posted on Sudden Denouement Collective: We’d swum upstream, arching through the reeds and the little currents swirling around the sharp rocks just below us, grazing our elbows and knees. The river meandered under the watch of hills crumpled and confused like an unmade bed. Nothing moved except the wind and the water; and two… Read more
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Originally posted on @ bittersweet diary: The tempestuous current in front of us upsets me, I wish there was a way for me to pick it up, pack it in a sturdy ruck sack and toss is somewhere far away, without a single worry for its return. But I guess that’s not possible. I guess… Read more
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I’m near the village where she used to live with her dad. Haven’t been here in years. Feels much the same as it used to, though. The same roads and parks. The same ghosts. Apparitions. Call them what you will. Getting off the train, I walk along the main high street and pop into a… Read more
Author S. K. Nicholas 