We made it! Without further ado, here’s the last week of songs:
…And the Grinch, with his grinch-feet ice-cold in the snow,
Stood puzzling and puzzling: “How could it be so?”
“It came without ribbons! It came without tags!”
“It came without packages, boxes or bags!”
And he puzzled three hours, till his puzzler was sore.
Then the Grinch thought of something he hadn’t before!
“Maybe Christmas,” he thought, “doesn’t come from a store.”
“Maybe Christmas…perhaps…means a little bit more!”…
— Dr. Seuss, Excerpt —
This time of the year always passes in a wacky way for me. I blink and suddenly it’s Christmas Eve and we’re just a week away from the new year; yet, I also remember vividly the highlights and lowlights of a year that’s gone by. With the wacky time, it seems I’ve managed to be ridiculously behind on this song challenge, but I’m determined to catch up, so here we go! Continue reading “30 Day Song Challenge: 3rd Week Catch Up!”
She asked for a star, not the biggest or the brightest,
But a runt of a star that might be overlooked.
He tugged at the strings that rose up to the sky,
And at the end of one was a little star, hooked.
It flickered hesitantly, but she cupped it tightly,
And whispered, “you shine brightly enough for me.”
© Jade M. Wong Continue reading “[Poetry] Stars On Their Strings”
whilst every brown boy and his mother leaf through the beauty of local girls,
I sit rudely in the scorching sun daring him to turn me darker still.
they’re checking the boxes that define perfection—
milky skin against ebony locks, submissive eyes.
but they lump me separately—
too much fire for a family so obviously dry. Continue reading “[Writer’s Quote Wednesday] Dark Kali”
A single teardrop fell from the sky.
It tumbled through the air.
It fell onto my hand and surprised me,
When it stayed quite still there.
I peeked into the teardrop
And gasped at what I saw,
Beautiful tales of suffering and dreams,
Of life and all its flaws. Continue reading “[Poetry] A Single Teardrop”
Hmm, it seems I’ll have to make this weekly catch up a regular thing—less posts to bombard you guys with!
To refresh our memories: Continue reading “30 Day Song Challenge: 2nd Week Catch Up!”
Frost clung to the branches
Of the barren trees,
And the cotton snow sighs
Beneath our feet.
Yet, we barely feel
The chilly air,
For our lips trail fire
Wherever they meet.
© Jade M. Wong
“Why, for the love of Merlin, is this considered a fun kid’s project?” asked Ron Weasley. He pulled a strip of paper out of the globby, gooey container and slapped it onto the globe propped in front of him and his daughter.
“I have never once looked in the mirror
and said, ‘I love you.’
I think it’s long overdue.”