Author S. K. Nicholas

x and i: a novel

a journal for damned lovers vol 1-3

Dreams

  • Early Myths of My Younger Self

    From a heavenly plateau to the wastelands down the back of the sofa. Finding cheap gold to afford energy drinks and wine at the sacrifice of eating food. Those days when to drink was more important than my own health. Those days of autumn wonders. Leaves and snow as you stood there not knowing the… Read more

  • Lube

    I can’t remember their names, although the scent of their hair still lingers. Ten nights spent alone with beer and lusty women. Images of deprivation. Bodies the likes of which you’d never want to see again. Luminous eyes glistening with dead desire. Guitars to serenade lost failures. Picture frames blessed with every bout of nauseous despair I… Read more

  • Three Devils On a Park Bench

    Footsteps. Maybe broken ribs. Cigarettes and torn stockings. Blood soaked gums. Stick it in. Smear it real good. Sunken cheekbones. Bows and arrows and heat rays that snatch at our sex as we try to just exist without death always biting at our ankles. Humbled by mosquitoes, my past emits deafening howls. It squashes memory… Read more

  • Faith

      Maybe I’m destined to walk a lonely road until my heart beats its last. Maybe the last laugh is on me. All washed up with no memories to call my own. All bridges burned and no way to get back to where I once belonged. But those times are beyond my grasp now. They… Read more

  • Lost

    Eyes crystallized with misspent youth. The lull of sleep when living proves too much. Some kind of sun kissed memory. Some kind of lover beneath bridges between past and future faith. Cold October evenings. Fresh paint in childhood bedrooms. Spider on the wall as a red lampshade sends me to sleep. The scent of peace,… Read more

  • Born to Die

    Black holes and tranquillity. The gravitational pull of thighs. Those slices of time always out of reach. Bridges from my illness to yours. Prise open my chest and stuff it full of virtual highs. Cocaine on dollar bills. Bulimia down the back of the sofa along with a thousand black roses. All that space between… Read more

  • Bed Bound

    Drinking beer while rain pisses down outside. Eating rice noodles and pretending it’s the end of the world. I want to be utterly alone- to swim in the pleasures of solitude. My bed contains all of my fears. It cuts me into pieces every time I fall asleep. Stomach cramps and indigestion. Interstellar boredom as… Read more

  • Still

    God knows we try. The lonesome souls that swim in love and acne scars. A face beneath warm blankets. An embrace that goes beyond time and space. It’s something in the taste of fresh sea air. The distant calling of love that lingers in the breeze. It betrays us so easily. The music of my… Read more

  • Persistence and Delusion Wrapped Within Pale Skin

      Everything takes so much time, yet persistence I know will be the making of me. If you were to have told me all those years ago that I’d still be working on my novel, I would’ve applauded my commitment- yet I would most probably have groaned at the prospect of having to endure so… Read more

  • The Taste of Your Kiss

    The waves take us down. They show us how to be real. Shiny like a song. Shining like the look of love as the leaves fell upon your restless head. Killing jars and journeys to the forest. Hand in hand as the afternoons escaped to god knows where. It’s in the pretty lines at the… Read more