Category: Musings

Sophea T. Amari

Is that alright with you?

If I gave you my Heart, dripping with dark Love If I flushed out my Shame, awkward with Crime If I begged for your Grace, breaking with Bad If I loaded my Glock, pulsing with Poison If I trashed your place, lie with the Waste Is that alright with you?

Sophea T. Amari

Fleur Cinematic

Fleetingly, frolicking in the light of the final flatfoots Fleur-de-lys flipping ‘neath your fixated frown Fee, Fi, Fo, Fum, fumes the giant hungry for Englishmen Your flushed ferrels flummoxed but Free.  

Sophea T. Amari

Bebop

Bebop, you who challenged my soul, changed my world Far from this levitious crowd and tormented bold Where words are pearls and your life is gold. Like Primo Levi’s survival in Auschwitz Who flipped this path? I’m a melancholic witch Razing this Earth, recognizing, you, my glitch.  

Sophea T. Amari

Thoughts of a Woman

A woman is not attributed an intrinsic identity because she is a caricature of a castrated man; castrated politically, socially and sexually. It denies and projects unacceptable feelings of envy ¬†for the phallic qualities of a Gentile. Freud said so, but I think he’s strange. The Oedipus Complex, the Electra Complex….he has seen it all. …

Sophea T. Amari

The Lovely Bones

Eight years ago, I read a novel, a book by a little-known author then (because she had only one other published work prior). Although the publishers had hoped for it to be successful, the reach of that novel surpassed all their wildest dreams. Selling over a million copies, becoming an instant bestseller, and remaining on …

Sophea T. Amari

You…

Dominate my dreams. Make my toes tingle. Colour my cheeks. Cleanse my soul. Liberate my senses. Spill into my eyes. Make me weep. Believe that I am a faerie. Laugh with me. Trust my judgment. Hold my beating heart. Power my mind. You. You. You. What have you done? That I should become this pliable …

Sophea T. Amari

Brylcreem

You got any hair gel I can borrow? he asks me. Wtf? I don’t use hair gel, I retort. You know that. My hair looks like shit, he says. OK fine, I’ll see what I can do. I shuffle to my Dad’s bathroom and find a still-full tub of Brylcreem hair gel, dandruff control. I …

Sophea T. Amari

41 days

It has been 41 days now. How time passes by, in the twinkling of a star. People see me today, full of compassion and concern. They ask me, are you ok? And they look at me with their sad puppy-dog eyes, rubbing my arm. And what am I to say? I should tell them the …

Sophea T. Amari

Craving for sushi

I’ve lain here for two whole days Sick, and festering with the disease that eats away at me My hair, a limp dish-rag, my body wasting away like quickly-smoked cigarettes Not a shower I’ve had in these two days But still, I smell sweet, sweet as the honey drizzling over my legs The insects come …