Category: Writers

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

Never let me go

I still hear his heart beating. It stills me into quietude. It beats like Morse Code. Against my own heart. Against my listening ear. And I continue to dream, with the stars in my eyes, the beginning of love growing and digging its vines into my toes, working its way up, past my calves, my …

Sophea T. Amari

Credit card tips

Only use your credit card when you know you have that same amount in cash and can afford to pay that back. Carry only 1 credit card in your wallet for emergencies. And no, a sale at Miu Miu or Prada is not an emergency. A cash advance service is extremely enticing because, if you …

Sophea T. Amari

Bingo

When they decided to get a pet 2 years ago, he was all-enthusiastic, with fervent plans for taking care of it, how he’d give it a bath every week, take it for walks every evening after he returned from work. How he’d treat it like the child they could never have. Without asking, she knew …

Sophea T. Amari

Leaving

It was done. His mind was made up. His heart pounded as he let himself into his house, the matrimonial home he and Laura had shared for the past 15 years. Was this wise? He didn’t care. All he knew, was that he was in love with Peta. He had fallen in love with her the first …

Sophea T. Amari

The Plumber

His sink was busted again. He had no idea how to fix it. His life was truly going downhill. He had come out a few months ago, to his parents, guns all-blazing. His mother had handled the whole thing badly. His father looked sad. Only his brother supported his decision. He had quit his job. …

Sophea T. Amari

The Gold Anklet

She had searched high and low for it. The family heirloom. A simple gold anklet with a tiny bell on the end, which made little tinkles as she walked. Today, she sat in her garden reading a novel, swinging herself on the old white swing. It was a cool, pretty Spring day and the scent …

Sophea T. Amari

Cabin fever

The jeep came to standstill at last, after hours of travel. She leapt out of the car like a jack in a box, stretching her long, jean-clad legs. The air in the Smokie Mountains was crisp and fresh, and she breathed in, feeling the air fill her lungs up with the scent of pine. The clouds …