Author S. K. Nicholas

x and i: a novel

a journal for damned lovers vol 1-3

Dreams

  • Bag Lady

    If you stop dreaming then you’re as good as dead. All the useless ones with their heads buried in fickle currency. Whatever you do, don’t become like them. When you lose grip on the madness, you fade away. Only bones covered in pretend flesh are left. Condemned to be a brick in a wall taller… Read more

  • Esrever

      Humans once happy now reduced to mere fingerprints. The strangeness never goes. It never leaves no matter how hard you try. Anniversary of detachment. From coast to coast the bodies sway in time to the music. Drowned family. No childhood. Just a box of relics that fuses love and loss. Heavy drinking leading to birdsong… Read more

  • Journal For Lepers

    Bald headed Lothario, who fucks in squalid toilets. Those teeth of yellow gravestones. Those dried up gums resembling a dead hookers snatch. The horrors of middle age lust. The irony that’s too ironic to be spoken out loud. Mute applause is all he dreams of. Loves dart, broken and nowhere to be found. Cover fat… Read more

  • 10lbs of bones. 21 women. It could be more but never less. Lakeside lovers. Poverty in crows feet. Identify my lack of guts amongst the dreams of sleeping bees. Honey soaked guilt. Shoes in the corner of a darkened room. Wolves at opaque doors. Smoke cigarettes to open passage ways to the unborn. Sniff fingers… Read more

  • NYE & Lovely Bones

    Buildings in the sky. Markings on humble bodies. Low income dreams. Individual fantasies on a grand scale. Aggressive yet passive. Demonic yet platonic. Stray dogs in California. Insomnia in your local cemetery. Day to day lust. Suburbs to the crystal hills. City black’d guns. Shut your windows. Keep closed your doors. Sixteen years pretty, a… Read more

  • My Viewing Lens

    the scars of our past a design for life that needs breaking sorrow for sale and the kicks we need everlasting like fury forget the gutless wonders destroy the walls of doubt the indian summer behind our eyes shining despite the fear that shackles us to all that we must let go speak the words… Read more

  • From Such Greats Heights

    You spend your life always losing. Years spent in the shade of great trees only for them to be cut down leaving you naked in the face of a dangerous sun. It’s gaze unforgiving. It makes and destroys you like it were nothing at all. Shadows where life once was. Those last moments spin in… Read more

  • Heart & Soul

    Ashes and bones. Walking hands and throats. Killings on every corner. Dragged into the undergrowth and reduced to a mess of vaporised stars. West Virginia. Explosive tempers. Tricks to redeem. Pleasures in every way. Dead sex. Appealing though dismay. Scrap metal. Cumshot blowout. Nicotine fingers in howled mouths. Ageing clothes. Dig to find me. Scrape… Read more

  • Seasons In Hell

    Shaven cats and junky perfume. Husk of yesterday. Remembered by none in a field of glorious failure. Safety in butterflies. Cocooned in devil mouth. Credentials of cocks. Peeled apples in seasoned dismay. Lacklustre and lukewarm. Academy for perverts. Twisted like a handful of hair. Pull it back and watch her groan. The witness to my… Read more

  • Hellacious praisers, redeemed by the fallen one. Scorched by sinking suns, loved by one and all. A tapestry of flies buzz around empty mouths. From crumbling ruins to the shores of heavenly bodies, they foretell the coming of vengeful souls. From the hanging gardens where we were born, the scent of honey carries with voices… Read more