Author S. K. Nicholas

x and i: a novel

a journal for damned lovers vol 1-3

Poetry

  • Still

      These days of struggle. These hours of intent. In my room, I write. There are no amazing accolades. There is no money. My novel still a work in progress. So many years have I taken to arrive at this point, and still I’m only at the beginning. Doubt plagues me every day. I’m not… Read more

  • Extract From a Novel

    “Chalk and stone all about, I left the main road and descended down a dirt track. Pools of still water scattered here and there, the air was silent like a grave. With no other light than the moon and stars, it was dark yet not so that I couldn’t make out the abandoned machinery that… Read more

  • Inside of Me, The Night Will Last Forever

      In pools of water beneath the stars, an innocent dies. With crucifixes clutched by figures covered with soil, the moon was my witness. There’s nothing that can’t be done. She knows it, as does the mob that wait for our approach. Summers spent alone with views of turbulent seas. Write this all down, and… Read more

  • Nobody Ever Came

      Anxiety leading to depression, or maybe it’s the other way around. Drinking doesn’t help; that’s for sure. All that morning nausea and fear of the future. The fear of stepping foot outside the front door. Being sick in the kitchen sink. Sweat trickling down my face as I curled into a ball at the… Read more

  • Ordinary Madness

      Waking up surrounded by others, there are two spots on either side of my right nipple. Through chest hair, I see a reddened smear. Picking until it bleeds, my fingers sniff out cancer just in case. Awkward teenagers going shopping with their parents. Boys with crippling shyness and girls with braces supporting crooked teeth. Dragging feet… Read more

  • Phase #2

    They lurk with child killers and rapists. Hiding in plain sight, and feeding on the blood of the young. Artists hung out to dry. No time to say goodbye as the blade snuffs out life. In her belly then across her throat. In Brazilian forests, along with the wastelands in Russia, the journey from life… Read more

  • Solid Air

    It’s been years since I fell asleep not thinking of tomorrow. So much has happened. So much beauty and unhappiness. Of all that’s been and lost, and all that never was. In the lonely hours when no one else is around, I show my true face. I push people away. I cling to my own… Read more

  • Phase #1

      These clothes haven’t been washed in days. This flesh that stinks of cheap romance. A car crashes on the outskirts of a municipal district with children trapped within. So many broken promises. So many ghosts that haunt when outside my window the night sings my name so softly. Limbs in the gutter. A roof… Read more

  • Everything Where It Belongs

    The leaves carry the sounds of hope and despair. The moon looks down with voiceless intrigue as the world spins ever on to faithless obscurity. Stomach ulcers and the keys of a piano. Dead flowers before an open window with the breeze creeping in to caress your unloved face. All those tears, and the dust… Read more

  • From Safety To Where

      It rained all day, and I woke with a hangover while trying to decipher some dream involving an ex-lover- though the visions had faded before I got the chance to figure out what they meant. Bedsheets kept me safe. They wrapped me in warmth like the embrace of my grandmother all those years ago. A… Read more