Author S. K. Nicholas

x and i: a novel

a journal for damned lovers vol 1-3

Sex

  • Like God

    Flowers to replace pain. And then pain to replace flowers. And then a Jackson Pollock to cut through everything else. With your back against the wall, you spend so long fighting to be real. With all your best intentions, you dedicate so many hours trying to do the right thing, but such things seldom bring… Read more

  • Fever Dream

    Good lord. No lord. Bombs. Dresden. Spread vulva and suicide. The band, not the act. Stick your fingers in and look at me. Flick your hair from your eyes and hold my gaze. Let me see my childhood, and let me see centuries gone and the wonders of the ancient world before they crumbled and… Read more

  • Still Awake

    Words to summon, and words to forget. Words as way of apologies, and words to bridge the gap. Words for broken lovers, and words for lovers that still love even though love never seems enough. These words, they drift around like memories and leaves. These words, they reach out and touch your face while you… Read more

  • Dweller on the Threshold

    It rains and rains and the water creeps into my shoes and socks making my toes go wrinkly like the hands of an old lady. It rains and rains as cats sleep under cars and birds fly above the clouds and the worms in the garden wriggle and wriggle through the dirt and then when… Read more

  • Cosmia

    Picked up a sandwich after work and ate it in bed upon returning home. It wasn’t the greatest of sandwiches, but it filled my belly and gave me enough energy to write before I burned out and caught an hour’s nap. There were dreams. Dreams of the pub I once worked in, and of the… Read more

  • Time After Time

    Was reading about the nature of the universe on Wikipedia. The size of the observable universe in particular. And then came a list of supervoids followed by the time it takes for light to reach us from those distant galaxies I always bang on about. It got me so overwhelmed that at one point I… Read more

  • Jump Bones

    Kisses in the middle of the night as outside the window, heaven falls and darkness rumbles. Maybe it’s thunder. Or some dickheads in their cars listening to music as shit and as pointless as a turd boiling on the sidewalk on some British summers day that lasts as long as a fart. These kisses though,… Read more

  • No Apologies

    Old corner shops and the distance between lovers who hate and adore each other in the same breath. Old memories and still burning hearts that flicker like streetlights down roads that have no end. If you stop and close your eyes, you’ll find that everything you need is inside. In the stillness of your retreat,… Read more

  • Hipster Fucks

    Crisp sandwiches on a blanket by the sea with tiny dinosaurs pecking at our feet before they fly away in the breeze never to be seen again. Blue waves and a blue sky and your smile so sepia and golden and a part of who I am despite wanting to cut you out of my… Read more

  • Eyes of God

    Blacked out words on torn sheets of lined paper I scrunch up and tell you to plant inside your belly for good luck. Mushroom clouds in your head and mushroom clouds between your legs that do kickstands and cartwheels as you look at him the way you wish he’d look at you. With the curtains… Read more