Author Archives: Sam Dover

This concrete shrinks each evening, The sky’s no longer streaming And my dreams have been bleeding Together with you in unending Farewell The garden-beds lay flat with bitter shame As crestfallen chlorophyll fades into sorry brown, The cobbled pathways feel an empty same, Leading to the faded hue of this wretched town, That shamrock breezeContinue reading “Ne Me Quitte Pas”

I tried to sync our breathing on the dunes As the sky split and you shone amber apricot, But the climb left us both gasping In our own private oceans. I tried to find where the creases Of your eyes ended And the gentle contours of sand began As you laid your head back againstContinue reading “What we left in the sand”

Fertility, Fertility, Fertility, Fertility, Fertility, Fertility, Fertility, Fertility, Woe is me, The one who dwells between your knees. Hold me squeeze at the heart of the seed That flows freely where tongues have no keys Where the answer is blowing through the trees, Rustle the right way my dearest, please, And fill these graham crackersContinue reading “Fertility”

I am a dark-feathered duck, Back to the current, Blinded to where it all leads But content to sit in its lap. I know that you are waiting Across the other side, And our no-reception phone-calls sound like Satan Bleating down the line, But give it time, I’m sure you’ll see That I’ll wait forContinue reading “Nothing is as it should be; Everything is alright”

Denim on denim We dance our blues away. Your ring doesn’t quite fit my finger But we book the hotel anyway. Your hair a mess from my nestling Lace dripping down from the walls; Tangerine skin on your eyelids With cigarette breath in your pores. —————————————— Sweet potato skin-graft, Busy hands, sinking raft; Cherry seedsContinue reading “Tangerines”

Sixteen chain-messages in a row, I might have overdone it this time. How can I show that it’s no fun for me, No easy crime; I feel so alone And I can’t get to sleep Until I know that I haven’t Just shouted into some Digital void, I’ve tried To meditate and listen to SufjanContinue reading “active 22m ago”

A blunt ‘tween the teeth I melt ‘tween the sheets With several girls I’m yet to meet: What a decade, what a leap. Mummy look at me now! As I pour my guts on some Fresh sow, I know you wait With a robe and a ring, Forever unanswered ’cause There’s no coming back, NotContinue reading “Forsaken, Me?”

Is all that’s keeping me Afloat, while wiping out the Ashtrays, rinsing out the Bottles, and ironing out the Sheets that kept us in a Muddle. Lindeman’s Cab Sav Bin: 45 Stains that bed where skins Were shed and fossils Lie) petrified (and weeping To some holy Genocide, A childhood crucifixion Haunts this tired fiction.Continue reading “This Dresden Dreamboat”

A manic magnification of all that’s good and peaceful. Lame goats are tight-ropin’ through treetops with one hoof a-dangle as I lay tangled in the tundra almost frozen – still – crystallised then Ol’ Meg roar roar roaaars again, shaking me from my cocoon with smokestack cataracts fogging past as coal cool cold won’t letContinue reading “Shadows by my side”

This was partially inspired by Hannah Gadsby’s latest “comedy” special. Where is my place in all of this? When I was brought up, I was taught that the merit of my position was earned purely through my existence; I owed nobody anything and I could live untethered and free to burn my own trail. IContinue reading “My Voice (Our)”