You make me feel like popcorn: pop pop whistle and I flower and hiss with heat. I'm still friendly, still tasty despite my spontaneity. I want to fill you up, make you whole, let you feel my sweetness on your tongue as you lick me off of your fingertips. And when I'm in … Continue reading Popcorn
Maybe it would be better if I imagined happiness in objects I have owned for years instead of searching for it as if it were buried treasure or debating whether it is worth the investment as if I hold shares or twiddling my thumbs hoping the cashier won’t id me as if it can be … Continue reading Fabric Misery
I've never seen a dead body before which I'm not disappointed about, like most people, I prefer bodies which are alive and well but I've seen death; tasted it on the tip of my tongue. I watched the branches of a tree be severed with a saw and tossed into a metal bin with kindling. … Continue reading Oxygen & Dust
I - The Night We Met It was the tail end of summer we were young and had no idea what we were in for. I saw you and tried to touch forever; in hindsight I should have bottled the August night sky for us to keep and breathe on the days the air between … Continue reading Quartet
Silence is seven am on a Sunday morning. A crescendo of quiet as day breaks clean through a bruised cotton candy sky. The kettle boils and my feet pad across the linoleum. Bed sheets rustle as I return with two teas and a smile because the morning shadows sing and cling to the contours of … Continue reading Easy Harmony
The unpredictability of Dee I knew her comfort was poisonous. It was bottled in glass the same shade as my envy from Saturday night. I still accepted it; unable to battle the lullaby close to my ear and every delicate drag through my hair. It was witchcraft or my weakness. My inability to see friend … Continue reading The Dee Diaries #2
Without a doubt, A Journal For Damned Lovers Volume 2 reveals S. K. Nicholas’ growth as an exceptional writer. He gives the reader even more of himself in this second volume and does not shy away from sharing the darkest thoughts, memories and dreams through this inner monologue. Styled as journal entries this volume oscillates … Continue reading Review of A Journal For Damned Lovers Vol 2 – S. K. Nicholas
If I could I would register myself as two people, if there was a register for such things. A register of people who do not always know themselves; the person in the mirror looks the same but uses a different name. They never tell you this name so you would have to register them as … Continue reading Unknown and I
Naming beach huts is an art form; forget the colour you want to paint it, name it with a legacy in mind. A morning walk isn’t a morning walk until at least five people walking their dogs say, Good morning. If the thought You should wear a hat crosses your mind before you leave the … Continue reading Ten Things
Little acts of braveryEvery day this week, thus far, I have opened the curtains in every room. You would be right in thinking this is a metaphor for letting the light in. It is similar to polishing ageing ornaments or dusting away the cobwebs. Whenever Dee arrives, I hide. I close every curtain, put my … Continue reading The Dee Diaries #1
