Author Archives: Sam Dover

I was looking at pictures of Norwegian grass rooftops When you told me “I just want more than this.” I was staring intently at my laptop display At these hobbit cottages Pregnant with pastoral simplicity Trying not to betray distraction as You were sobbing down the line And the phone felt heavy in my handContinue reading “Norwegian Grass Rooftops”

I remember running through the paddocks in a thunderstorm, My four pairs of socks and gumboots, Your rough coat of black fur shining in the rain; Artillery blasting holes through the stratosphere. We ran and ran and ran and I’ve never felt so free. Crash-tackling into the grass, Wet paws and wetter arse. You nuzzlingContinue reading “Lightning in your eyes”

The clouds smile wide The skinks sun their backs The garden weeds rise The dog curls on my lap And I think I’m happy, even Though it’s all gone in a flash. Revolving home a thoroughfare For sometime ago friends Barely scratched tickets Potential for riches But I can’t make out the digits Vague penumbralContinue reading “break/through”

You held me Out digging for fireweed Buckteeth blooming with buckwheat Pastoral fiction Ranch dressing, flannel heading Blue jeans giddying up Belt straining Your knees were dirty You told me you’d been praying Feeding licorice to horses Mixed with medicine Remember me when I was him Or when the sea salt stained my chin Vol-au-ventsContinue reading “Crumbs”

I love you but could these wings fly?Freshly plucked, flesh dry and petrifiedThe sky is burnt marshmallowAnd the southerly blows hard against the swallows Fighting stance looks oddlyLike a mating dance Less than wholeWholy emptyArms are limpShoulders plenty Priceless painStrategic folds of brainOrigami avoidanceI crane my neck to dodgeThe oncoming thesauraus Trauma euphemismsBuild distance fromContinue reading “Plucked”

I dread the animals that are close to me My soul longs for anonymity All my turrets are slurry on the shore Handles rattle on deadlocked doors Core hard with membrane jellied Scales black with my beet red belly My hedgehog depends on the sad song You’re bleating — What went wrong when quills throngedContinue reading “Now Only”

Taking refuge in unfilled potential.A farewell to arms and stencils,We free-hand with blunted pencilsOur crude etchings of the inconsequential. I try to follow the scattered crumbsOf a prior ideation, the WunderkindI was never to become – the youth sensation. Most books are left un-creased,The others in-one-ear and out-on-the-street-Curb your expectations for you won’t beSo enthusedContinue reading “Blunted”

Socks up on the headrest, Bare chests Shining the moonlight; Breathless. Windows fogged, Winter’s clogs Tapping. An enging in the distance Forcing a hasty Rewrapping. I wore your pants Backwards, my shirt formlessly Collapsing Over your small breasts. Your eyes gently batting at this New wakefulness, This wilful entanglement. Realising, you offered to take itContinue reading “Formlessly Collapsing”

Oh mother God, I long for that bosom; For your long hair that once tickled My chubby cheeks, spilling Over me as I fed. I have found many avatars And their candles flicker and fade, Falling in sequence From up along the palisades. Autumn is on the verge with Winter in the wings, Shoulder-blades scarredContinue reading “Autumn Aches”