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
At the beginning of twenty eighteen, I used a jigsaw metaphor to describe how complete and incomplete I felt. Upon reading this, my Mother said, ‘You know you never find all of the pieces of the jigsaw, right?’ I rolled my eyes, said ‘I know’ when really I was adamant it wasn’t true at all. … Continue reading Age 24
I'm sat on a bench in an pub in London. I'm sure someone has vomited here, caressed the inner thigh of another here, spent the day drinking into five pm oblivion here. This is the first time I've been here and hopefully not the last. It's almost midnight and the pub is heaving. There is … Continue reading Red Tutu
As things go up, confidence grows and happiness returns, for others, things decline, fill with uncertainty and anxiety about a future no longer paved in gold. Our emotions are easily changed, chained to those around us. We begin to juggle our thoughts and feelings and catch others, dropping, falling from the air. They land … Continue reading In Progress: Connection (8)
Tomorrow I will be posting a poem called 'Baggage', I mentioned in week four of journalling like this that I would be writing a poem in response to Hazel Haye's comment on how we never keep a 'bag of happy'. It is a cynical take on the metaphorical baggage we carry, thus I wanted to … Continue reading In Progress: Baggage (7)
As a teacher, who takes the biscuit with thirteen weeks holiday a year, I tend to wish away days and weeks. Whether it is because of our difficulty to live in the present, which I wrote about last week, or just my love for holidays and lie-ins, I have wished away another five and here … Continue reading In Progress: Resilience (6)
"My pen is so often in the past, rarely the present." From the first page of my journal this week I have fixated on being present. These thoughts were prompted by seeing a friend, school and my significant other. I have stayed away from writing poetry this week, not because I want to, I just … Continue reading In Progress: Being Present (5)
Out of darkness, there are people who give a damn. In what seems one of history's darkest weeks, my journal was laden with inspiration from people all over the world, which reminded me how quickly the tide can change for better as well as worse. The first was film-maker Hazel Hayes, known as ChewingSand on … Continue reading In Progress: Darkness (4)
Instead of recounting different days from my journal I wanted to summarise the running theme through this week. Last week, I was the new girl. My entries focused on settling into a rhythm and routine; it was nerve-wracking, vomit inducing and exhausting. This week, I wrote a lot about success, self-doubt and seeking approval. It is … Continue reading In Progress: Approval (3)
New Girl This week was all about settling in; into a new job, new routine and new environment. It was difficult but enabled some sweet reflection by the end. 8/1/17: My body is no doubt telling me I'm nervous. But, for the first time, my mind isn't, which is a breath of fresh air. I … Continue reading In Progress: New Girl (2)
