Author S. K. Nicholas

x and i: a novel

a journal for damned lovers vol 1-3

Writing

  • On The Brink

    the ghosts of stars in his arms face to face with extinction the more he sees the less he knows no longer a pillar of creation now lost in the comatorium endless cycles behind closed eyes stretched atoms and repeated patterns everything ravaged everything burned missing pieces in the figure 8 turned inside out dark… Read more

  • Step Into The Sun

    Larks tongue in silhouette. Smouldering looks as the moon hangs high above. Tip toe through willow trees. Man as monster. As imposter. In the valley of dolls the weak will cling with empty devotion. They’ll melt in the face of infinity. She sings in cycles of seven. She sleeps with clouds so soft and unspoken.… Read more

  • River Man

    Buildings around her throat. Tunnels drowned with perfumed leaves. Biscuit tins. Cars on the freeway moving like fireflies in the distance. Cracked ice. Dreams dispersing with the coming of day. Sunlight on stubble. Rain on windows. Sliding down then vanishing as if they never existed at all. English countryside. Bus journeys through forests. Fresh morning… Read more

  • The Shape Of The Night

    Slipping beneath the crawl space, we play the infinity game. Dead zones and crumpled chests. The downward spiral beginning at the foot of your bed. Collecting sunflower seeds, the roots of our faith are planted with utmost sincerity. Joking aside, there’s no saving the damned until they glimpse themselves without restraint. All internal. Fantasy in… Read more

  • Passing Feelings

    Torn chunks of flesh. Passing feelings like stars dying out of sight. Stood in a field with no one else around, we’re lonely like the trees. The horrors of moonlight. Pig children screaming for milk in distant malnourished spheres. Empty factories. Absent faces down memory lane. Wrapped in a state of mind. No words. Only… Read more

  • /|\

    scar tissue on branches secrets in her navel seer’s of visions so sacred so light Read more

  • City Of Dust

    discovery through solitary pursuit images of perfection/perception bathed in godliness cleanliness next to no other a parked car by the side of the road/new york snow so cold/so low veins of modern living flowing beneath the streets we call home winter fire/forced attrition the battle of two hearts like riderless horses run like hell/dispel false… Read more

  • Breathe

    They shove germs in their mouths. They disappear as if not really there. People that come and go. Days that drift away like faces in a crowd of neon ghosts. Exoskeletons. Dreams of a life. Every eye that meets your own. Every gaze that cuts through disdain. A smile to warm even the most deadest… Read more

  • A Sky That Never Speaks

    I am the elephant man with oranges down my spine. A pyramid between my shoulder blades, crouching through a keyhole. I am received dyslexic, son of Joseph. Ladies with no flesh hold fish. Triangles with eyes floating above my head. This maze is made of summer. It melts my bones until visions of a Minotaur… Read more

  • Under The Milky Way

    Stretching across the ocean, I am the captain. Instruments of an inverted nature, twisting beneath my grip. Particles of distant objects sifting through layers of unspoken tongues. Hummingbird on a wire. Wrecked car by the side of the road. Covered in darkness and swallowed by the cruel hand of fate. Laughing like gods. Howling like… Read more