Author Archives: Sam Dover

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 chubbt 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”

I still have footage of a bucks party for a marriage that has long-since fallen apart. I was supposed to edit it into a coherent video for the friends and family to gawk at. It was a bright sunny day. The blind-folded, machete-wielding fruit ninja; the henna tattoos, leaving messages for the bride; running throughContinue reading “Buckshot”

The rain crackles on the corrugated roof Like popcorn exploding in the microwave. A great blossoming of gloom shrouded  The patio where we would once sit and toke and sway,Muted occasionally by the evening air traffic. The doleful Digitaria stretched its fingersWide and swarmed our well-neglected lawn.The old grass barely put up a fight,Submitting toContinue reading “The Cats Don’t Come Around”

Back when our hearts had curfews We’d catch them sneaking in, Tell them to be careful out late wandering. It’s no use. They must bruise to grow their arteries, Must come home shattered [WeepingGaspingShaking] As we nurse them back to full capacity; Praying that they will land on their feet, Whether or not it SucksContinue reading “Petulant”

Here for a good time, perhaps not a long time;Sometimes our gold years just don’t quite align. One man’s beginning is another woman’s aftermath;The scythe of time tearing wheat from the chaff. The shuttle carries my thread across your weaving;We all show love through different ways of leaving. Our hearts have a limited capacity, apparently;YoursContinue reading “Room for Rent;”

The only actions that seem to carry any value in the face of death are those that reduce the suffering of our fellow persons and those generations who are still to come. How many times have I walked roads paved over and over by the long-dead generous of spirit? Nature is an unfathomable spectacle, butContinue reading “Empathy in the Face of…”

Grandparents. Who knew I would miss them so much – that I would yearn for that wrinkled touch? I look at him and I see a shadow of a man and it scares me. He closed himself from the world so I closed myself from him. When I see him I see me, or atContinue reading “Out-of-Touch”

Long before the currently mandated separation, I felt familiar with this distance. As a child of the internet age, I often recall episodes from my past that never entirely happened — at least not in the physical world. Moments of real connection and emotional substance neutered by pale colour palettes and sterile displays. Now thatContinue reading “This Digital Weight”