Author S. K. Nicholas

x and i: a novel

a journal for damned lovers vol 1-3

Writing

  • The Other

      Out of the shadows, she dances within my drunken hands. Lips kissing beneath rain and scaffolding, the town is ours and always will be. Years from now, this moment will never leave. It never has. Saturday night neon replaced by midnight melancholy by the dim churchyard. All those graves as she led me to… Read more

  • Come Down

    The guy at the gas station hasn’t seen me in a week. He doesn’t know I’ve been on holiday. I didn’t tell him, and he doesn’t ask, but something in our mutual gaze explains it all. He leans on the counter watching the traffic as I enter. He’s bored, and with a not so intelligent… Read more

  • Break

    I’m taking a week off. Going on holiday in an aeroplane over the sea. Providing it doesn’t plunge into the sea, I’ll be back with you in about eight days or so (famous last words I know.) It’ll be my longest break from the blog, and the first time I wont have done any form… Read more

  • Life

    They diagnosed my father with cancer today. He told me calmly. His voice strong, his body a little weaker than it had been a few months ago. It’s in his mouth, a tumour he at first thought was an ulcer. It hasn’t spread, but it’s there. That’s what forty cigarettes a day for three decades… Read more

  • Just This Once

    Things that fall out of reach. A lovers smile misplaced like car keys before the daily slog into work. Being as though I don’t drive, I’ve no idea what that feels like, but I imagine it’s as pointless as everything else. Burn your calenders. Rip out the pages of your diary and stuff them down… Read more

  • Dirty Heart

      The future is an open wound. It’s a wasp crawling up your arm on a warm summers day. In fields of golden corn and sunflowers, she evades my gaze yet her body itches for my touch. The absent lover, always creeping in the shadows. Dormant for so long, it’s so easy to be passive,… Read more

  • Hangovers and Underbellies

      They breed us in factories and office spaces. They tell us what to enjoy- what a life is meant to resemble. All those walking disasters in love with the opulence of their existence. Drown them before it’s too late. Put them out of their misery before I choke on the fumes of their indignity.… Read more

  • Dead Kings of Nowhere

    These solemn days of digging holes in the dirt and sleeping through fear of the future. Was supposed to write after work, but after eating, I fell asleep while listening to the sound of rain. It poured for hours. There was no end to it, even long after I had closed my eyes. Dreams never… Read more

  • Truth and Delusion

    Open the window and call to her from across the sky. Scratch your arms with glass out of respect for the faithful departed. Bow down and be free. Fearful of death, fearful of everything. Sex brings escape, but only to a darkness the likes of which will embrace me forever once I breathe my last.… Read more

  • Always Dragging You Down

    It just comes out all wrong. My love and fear in a raging maelstrom with no answers on either side of the thin line we call life. He knows that this could be it, yet neither of us have the words to express what it all means. Caged by death, we try so hard to… Read more