I’ve called Earth home for more than 100 years The largest of turtles, yet many of us have disappeared, It’s our Earth Day too. You love that I’m black, white, Asian, and cuddly, If you… More
For years, I’ve hidden behind the pseudonym of Jade M. Wong and the profile picture of an anime girl. I’ll still be using the pseudonym, but I’m ready to stop hiding.
To my blogging friends, my readers, and the whole wide world, are you listening? Can you see me? I’m re-introducing myself. Continue reading “Re-Introducing Me”
She says she’s not pretty
But if only she knew
The way I bite my lip
When she smiles with hers
The way she teases me
Like a taboo.
She says she’s not pretty
But then her eyes lock on mine
And in them I see
Every reason I need
To know why I lived
All this time.
© Jade M. Wong 2017 Continue reading “[Poetry] Pretty”
She set down her backpack and stepped gingerly onto the rocks in the middle of the river. The current was gentle here, so it was as good a place as any to rest. Stretching out her skinny legs, she splashed her parched face with the cool refreshing water. They said she was crazy to think of running away.
“You got 434 acres of countryside that way and a highway that extends five miles the other way before you reach another house. Where you gonna go, girlie?” Continue reading “[Flash Fiction] A Dangerous Combination”
A pair of eyes
Like pale hints of spring
These feelings will bring
That glow on mocha skin
Blue, a testament to
The magic within Continue reading “[Poetry] Secret Superhero”
Is for the child
Sprinting through the crimson streets
Tripping over the last breaths
Of her father
For the mother
Protecting her babies’ ears
From the piercing shrieks that echo
Long after the ashes settle Continue reading “[Poetry] An Elegy For Them”
The first brick
You said hello
The second brick
In your pale eyes
The third brick
Your hand cold
Like the thrill
Of the first snow
Catching my fingers
And now, I’ve lost count
Of the broken bricks
Of a sky-high wall
© Jade M. Wong 2017 Continue reading “[Poetry] Broken Bricks”
First, the fire burned a steel gray, like the cold unrelenting metal around her finger.
Then, the fire turned to amber—not the warm golden that comforted her in Autumn, but a dark rusty yellow that made her think of factories, long abandoned.
Slowly, the fire glowed a rich crimson, until she could feel the heat emanating from its core and threatening to sear her skin. Continue reading “[Flash Fiction] Blue Fire”
‘”We could change this whole world with a piano
Add a bass, some guitar, grab a beat and away we go
I’m just a boy with a one-man show
No university, no degree, but lord knows
Everybody’s talking about exponential growth
And the stock market crashing and their portfolios
While I’ll be sitting here with a song that I wrote
Saying, love could change the world in a moment
But what do I know?”
— Ed Sheeran, What Do I Know? —
Of all the songs in Ed Sheeran’s new album, this is the one that stayed with me, and I wanted to share the lyrics with you guys for this week’s Writer’s Quote Wednesday.
We may not all be musicians, but that’s not the point, is it? The question here is, what do I know? And this is what I know… Continue reading “[Writer’s Quote Wednesday] What Do I Know?”
Come right in, everyone! We’ve got pizza over there, drinks over there, and enough cookies to satisfy Cookie Monster himself.
You guys know the rules by now, I’m sure—this award asks for seven facts about yourself. I’ve been using the same seven facts for these award posts (which are still true!) but in the spirit of celebration and virtual partying, let’s share some new tidbits, shall we? Continue reading “Special Guest: Cookie Monster (Aka The Versatile Blogger Award)”
The woman looped the necklace around her neck, wincing as the cold pearls touched her skin. The blue sapphire pendant glowed just as coldly. It was time.
Her husband sat at the piano, dressed in his Sunday best. Next to him sat the little girl, choosing the evening’s song. She had their daughter’s sunny curls and voice like wind-chimes, but she was not their daughter.
“Let’s play Satie’s Gymnopedies today,” the little girl said. Continue reading “[Flash Fiction] Live To Play Another Day”
The ground grumbled and shook the skinny trees cluttering the yard. Under one of these skinny trees was a hole, gradually enlarging as if an invisible person was digging it. A hand popped out, propping itself on the earth. With tremendous strength, as the veins bulged in its arm, the hand pushed itself, and the man it was attached to, out of the hole. Continue reading “[Flash Fiction] The Hole In The Ground”
This is where I started, on the cold streets of New York, with the subway station to my right and a homeless man to my left. For years, this view of concrete and brick was my view as I hopped on the A train away from Brooklyn. I had a corner of Manhattan where I set up my guitar and sign: PAYMENT ACCEPTED IN SING-ALONGS, IMPROMPTU DANCES, AND SMILES.
Every morning, I drew a crowd, singing, dancing and sprinting off to work. During the lunch hour, someone would offer me a hot cup of coffee. In the evenings, I packed up my guitar, wondering if Times Square would ever play my music. Continue reading “[Flash Fiction] Sing-Alongs, Impromptu Dances, and Smiles”
Can you hear me
All the words I cannot speak
Behind a strained smile sewed on
Like a porcelain doll.
Can you hear me
The muffled sobs in a corner
Because my tears would only
Burn them like acid rain. Continue reading “[Poetry] Are You Listening?”
A shoutout to Tina at Written in Geek for giving my muse and I a break from writing. I can’t even remember when my last tag post was, which goes to show how long it’s been.
1) What frightens you the most?
As quoted from Sailboats & Bubble Tea (aka the Entertainer Blogger Award): Bugs with more than 4 legs. Bugs with no legs at all. BUGS.
2) Coffee or tea?
I wonder if you guys already know the answer to this. 5 Brownie Points to anyone who does! The answer’s literally one or the other, guys. Continue reading “The Rule of Eleven (aka The Blue Sky Tag)”