Author S. K. Nicholas

x and i: a novel

a journal for damned lovers vol 1-3

Relationships

  • sunflower seeds

        had another of those dreams where you’ve spread your legs and i’m inserting sunflower seeds deep inside of you in the hope they bloom as sometimes they do and as the colours shimmer before my eyes it’s as if tomorrow and yesterday were one and the same A Journal for Damned Lovers Volumes 1… Read more

  • 8th Street

        a small mouth and knowing eyes as the bus passes down streets we can’t seem to let go of smooth skin and beer cans held by fingers in fingerless gloves along with shared memories of events that never occurred oh, these drunken kisses where kisses should be amidst nights that never end and… Read more

  • All Creatures Great and Small

      All the planets and all the stars that form the constellations in our hearts are never far from colliding, and amidst these hidden collisions, there are Christmas ghosts that haunt and taunt and the halos of those that skip and dance on the corner of your street waiting for you to join them shining like… Read more

  • poem for you

        this is a poem for you and you alone i don’t need to mention your name because you know it’s about you, i just know you do this is a poem and a poem is what i give for a poem is war and peace and stillness and love and rough fucking and where… Read more

  • Surface, No Feeling

      The cunt next door is listening to his shitty drug music again. My disgust for him is primarily born out of the fact that he wears flip-flops, but on a whole, every aspect of his dim life leaves me nauseated, from his constant drug-induced chatter to the sounds he listens to while blabbering with… Read more

  • get back

        resting my head on her belly i watch as she touches herself and smile at what it means to me and what it means to her it’s warm outside warm so gloriously warm like honey in the sun or the bellies of lazy cats sat out in the garden for hours and hours… Read more

  • 90’s Kids

      90’s kids drowning in some kinda maelstrom along with trees and Saturday sunshine and chalk drawings in the middle of the road that will stick around for weeks and weeks until September rain comes and washes them away. 90’s haircuts and 90’s bodies now just photographs and ashes and memories that drift like moths… Read more

  • bed

        this empty bed and the shit loads of dust that keeps covering my stuff no matter how many times i clean and clean and clean before growing bored and desperate opening a beer that turns into two beers that turns into four while listening to the useless cokehead next door talk talk talk for twelve… Read more

  • Versions/Doors

      Peeking through an open door, we sit in the park making plans reading magazines that tell us how things will be but things never quite plan out that way, because that’s life, right? We could be angry about how it turned out, but shit happens to everyone, and whether we like it or not,… Read more

  • Weightless & Semi-Erotic

      Through these blades of amber grass that twist and turn in the breeze, we peek at those who do such a sleazy job at being what they think it means to be human. For many, they spend their days seeking a version of life that doesn’t exist, but for the likes of us, such… Read more