UPDATED 1/3/2018: Happy 2018, everyone! I don’t know about you, but 2017 was not one of my finest years. When I counted down the seconds on New Year’s Eve, it was with relief that the year was over and a whispered promise to do better this time around.
One of the things I had planned to do last year was end my blogging hiatus in December, but December came, and December went. Why is my Real Life kicking my Writer Life’s blogging butt, you ask? Well, I went back to school.
Continue reading “Until Next We Meet…”
She turns her mind
to countless things,
then back again
where it begins.
This restless urge,
and all it brings,
to be someone—
to do something.
—Michael Faudet, Dreams—
It usually doesn’t take long for fans of Lang Leav to discover the poetry of Michael Faudet. Lang and Michael are a literary power couple who have captured the hearts of many fans, mine included, with their sweet love story and emotionally charged poetry. Continue reading “[Writer’s Quote Wednesday] Dreams”
“Left…left…left, right,” Daniel chanted like a drill sergeant as he and his younger brother diligently pedaled their two-seater bicycle up and down the park trail.
“Shut…shut…shut up,” Derrick mocked. “Man, this is so embarrassing.”
“Which is why I want us to finish our laps before anyone we know sees us,” Daniel retorted over his shoulder. “So stop your lazy-hole whining and pedal.”
“Why don’t you fix your pretentious face first?” Derrick shot back. “It’s your fault mom’s making us do this stupid bike thing anyway!” Continue reading “[Flash Fiction] Brotherly Bonding”
More Shiny Things! Michael over at The Ink Owl has pointed the Black Cat Blue Sea award towards my general direction, along with three writing-centric questions, because you can’t have a blogging award without some questions apparently.
Is this Mic on? Testing, one, two? Alright, let’s do this.
1) What are your goals for writing? Where do you want it to go?
To work my butt off to become the next J. K. Rowling. I don’t think I’m dreaming too big, do you? Continue reading “Big Dreams (aka The Black Cat Blue Sea Award)”
This is a fairy tale…
A love story between a strong boy tree in a forest and an honest and innocent girl tree.
The two trees stood next to each other at the edge of the forest, but no matter how much they loved each other, they couldn’t touch one another.
Sometimes, the wind would blow and their branches would touch, but the girl tree was still really sad.
Continue reading “[Writer’s Quote Wednesday] The Two Trees, A Love Story”
You thought you could kill me?
With your words as sharp as knives
And the venom dripping from your lies,
Well I’m sorry to disappoint,
But I won’t roll over and die.
© Jade M. Wong 2017 Continue reading “[Poetry] Bully”
“What’s up with the chair?” Jacob Fuller eyed the steel blue chair, a stark contrast to the plush armchairs positioned sporadically in his older brother’s bookstore.
“It’s different,” Jeff Fuller said, rubbing down the chair gently with a rag.
“Yeah, I can see that.” Jacob rolled his eyes. “But why is it different? Don’t these chairs usually come in a set or something?” Continue reading “[Flash Fiction] Different”
I wish you held my hand
Because it was held out for you,
And I wish you’d let me understand
That you were hurting too.
I wish I read more closely
All the clues you left behind,
And if you knew how you have helped me,
Could I have helped you too in kind?
But most of all, I wish your soul
Broken and cracked it was with pain,
Is resting now, at peace and whole
And that you never hurt again.
© Jade M. Wong 2017 Continue reading “[Poetry] I Wish…”
We live in a world where writing ages like wine. Sometimes it takes years or even centuries to mature.
But if history has shown us one thing, it is the merit of writers who spoke the language of the people. Who have taken poetry out of the shadows and into the light.
Writers and poets who are ahead of their time.
They are the ones whose works will endure.
—Lang Leav, Writers and Poets—
Continue reading “[Writer’s Quote Wednesday] Writers and Poets”
First Stop: Brooklyn
Nestled about a twenty-minute walk from the Brooklyn Bridge is an inconspicuous little Thai restaurant. Its twin awnings are black, its frames wooden, and if you’re looking for a sign, you won’t find it. Welcome to Joya!
Spicy Noodles in a Chili Basil Sauce
Spicy Squid Pad Thai
Fried Tiger Shrimp Rolls with Plum Sauce
Continue reading “Food-tastic & Unicorn Magic”