Author S. K. Nicholas

x and i: a novel

a journal for damned lovers vol 1-3

Sex

  • Gum Swappers

    There’s music that drifts to us from the radio, but it’s as dead as the cunts that make it. The only music we need is that of the sounds emanating from our bombed-out hearts. Imagine all the streets on fire as we chew a piece of gum and swap it between our foaming mouths. Imagine passing… Read more

  • Strange Vessels

      There’s blood on the sidewalk and flashes of your smile in the windows of all the stores that flow up and down the strip. In my pocket, there’s a lock of your hair, and when I take it out and breathe you in, the ground shakes and the buildings roll like marbles or those boulders… Read more

  • Way Station

      There’s a headache that lasts all day. Tried taking painkillers to ease the discomfort, but they didn’t work, so instead, I opened some wine. Didn’t taste great, but wine is wine, and although the headache refused to shift, in my alcoholic daze everything else felt just right. Watched The Thing. Have seen it before. The… Read more

  • 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