For those of you who don’t know about my recent series of “celebrity” videos, I’ve been doing a satirical take on celebrity life via TikTok, Twitter, and YouTube. For those of you who do know about these and have maybe even seen them…

I am so sorry.

Nevertheless, even here at the beginning of this ridiculous satirical thing I’m doing, I’m already starting to see changes in my real life — super positive changes.

And so, without further ado, here are 7 ways my fake celebrity persona has already changed me…

For the better. (more…)

I don’t usually write book reviews; as a matter of fact, this is only the second one I’ve ever posted on this blog.

My [unintentional] “celibacy” in regards to not blogging about other authors’ books persisted for a long while without any glitches.  It’s not exactly like I was going out of my way to resist reviewing other authors’ work either; blogging about books just wasn’t my thing, and there were other things I preferred to rant about back in former days.

But then came the Indie books…

Then came Nefelibata. (more…)

Original piece written on July 1st, 2019.

I can finally see the thestrals.

Even though I was an avid lover of the Harry Potter series throughout my early childhood and teenage years, I never gave thestrals, the characters they concerned, nor the implications of their attributes much serious thought…

That is, until today, when I watched my grandmother pass away before my very eyes.

thestral gifFor those of you who are unfamiliar with thestrals, they are fictional, mythical creatures from the Harry Potter book [and movie] series, first introduced in Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix.  J.K. Rowling wrote them such that a person can only see them once they’ve watched someone else die.

These creatures are portrayed as being “spooky” and “grotesque” in aesthetic, yet kind and gentle in nature.  More importantly, Rowling conceptualized “the thestral” with the intent of it existing as a living, breathing, beautiful, and mythological symbol of Death.

Despite the fact that I’ve had my issues with her in recent years (both with her behavior as an author and a human being), even I have to acknowledge that she accomplished something pretty spectacular here with her invention of the thestrals.

You see, I realize now that with a few clever flicks of her quill, J.K. Rowling fashioned a species whose magic and importance extends beyond the pages of her books, and deep into the real world of her readers.

In the same way her fictional characters could only see thestrals after witnessing Death firsthand, Rowling’s readers can only truly understand them after experiencing that same, painful phenomenon. 


A poem from Sanghvi’s sixth book, The Book of Soft, Sweet Nothings.
Released: April 11th, 2020.

Naught I…



Flesh I…



Face I…



Bleeding I…








I ripped my face from my skull today,


Even savored it slightly

As it melted,

Fallen flesh seeping into the crevice between

My lips…

The severing didn’t hurt so much as remind me of

Wrestling a slice of pizza,

An ooey, gooey slice of pizza,

From the remainder of its

Molten pie,

Some cheesy carcass,

Striving to estrange itself


In stringy blobs and globs of marinara


This is what I offer you today:

My facial flesh,

Ripped fresh,

Still lukewarm,

Gathered in a tangled mass,

Like seaweed,

          Only softer…


A slice of my soul


For supper:

My gift to you.



Happy birthday.

Find more info on The Book of Soft, Sweet Nothings HERE, or follow Ami J. Sanghvi on Instagram or Twitter for updates.

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A poem from Sanghvi’s fifth book, Cerulean.
Released: March 13th, 2020.

Sometimes, I try on these words like jeans. I squeeze into them, or else squish them into my small, flat palms, as if it is they who will wear me instead.

Alas! They almost never seem to fit, nor do they ever quite seem to fit me back.

Could it be that I am actually meant to be content, and I am merely too stubborn to fulfill my own destiny?



DISCLAIMER: This is a satirical post and commentary on current social issues; nothing in here is real or to be taken seriously aside from the original screenshot. Don’t be a douchebag.

Yesterday was March 8, 2020: International Women’s Day. I woke up in the morning, only to find myself greeted by the following, ever-magical message waiting for me in my Instagram DMs:

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I am just so…


I, like every other woman on the planet, have been waiting for a message like this my entire life. I feel so seen…

So acknowledged.

In fact, the sender’s proposal was so enlightened that I simply had to write this short guide today so that other men may also see success like he did this morning.

His knowledge about women, especially queer ones, is beyond profound…   (more…)