Author S. K. Nicholas

x and i: a novel

a journal for damned lovers vol 1-3

Anxiety

  • Epoch

      In the store on the corner of the block, you pick your poison, and I pick mine. Among the bottles of beers and fine wines, the image of a growling tiger guides my hands, and as my eyes meet yours and we pretend to be innocent, we both know where this is going. In… Read more

  • god is dead

    god is dead. he died seven years ago, on the streets of mumbai- hit by a car, while he stumbled on the sidewalks, mumbling all sorts of obsolescent prayers, as the meth in his veins slowly bestrewed his significance on those half eaten concrete roads, that wrapped itself like a ragged hand-me-down scarf, around a […]… Read more

  • Head Down

      A cigarette here and there. A fuck to lance away the cobwebs caused by too much indifference brought on by years of keeping it all locked within. In the corners of your mouth, I see enough shadows to drown a thousand proletarians. I see enough pain to undo a lifetime of dreams that never… Read more

  • No You but You

      The soft release. The slow embrace. A blink of two cute eyes. A cry that drains the night. To be intimate with the body, and to be intimate with the soul. To be close and to be far. Write some words. Spit some kisses. Scratch your skin and stain the pages with ink that… Read more

  • Shiny Rails

    I put on my skinny jeans, and I add my posh suit shirt – brilliant white with the black buttons – and my suit blazer. The shoulder and the lapel is still dusted with her make up. The hug was so tight, she left herself behind on me. I look elegant in my suit. It […]… Read more

  • Apogee

      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

  • You Me I She Her Him

      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

  • Creature Feature

      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

  • Beer Shits and You

      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

  • From Your Mouth to Mine

      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