As a child, I always dreamt of the world beyond what I could see. Now that I’m legally an adult (ugh), I realize belatedly that always looking towards the horizon meant missing what’s in front of me. Turns out, New York is an amazing backyard to play in.
This past summer, I crossed two things off my New York Bucket List: Paint-Nite and Outdoor Movies.
Painting + Open Bar + I-Don’t-Know-What-I’m-Doing = Paint-NiteRead More »
There was a banyan tree growing in the sand, one leaf for every memory we shared, one branch for every year.
There were leaves turned crispy brown for every time we argued, growing next to leaves of bright green for every time we made up.Read More »
As August winds down, I’m happy to say it’s Mission Accomplished with the Goodreads Summer Reading Challenge. Not only did I read through the list *cough*by cheating and combining prompts together*cough*, but this challenge also reestablished a reading routine, which in turn, allowed me to stretch out my writing muscles. Stephen King knew what he was talking about.
GOOD AS GOLD: READ A BOOK THAT WON A GOODREADS CHOICE AWARDRead More »
They arrived first: one Asian girl checking their reservation with the host and the other girl checking her frizzy hair in a pocket mirror.
“Stupid humidity—every time,” she groaned as they were shown to their table.
“Do you think she’ll show up?” the Asian girl asked. “Probably not, right? It’s been five years since we’ve talked.”
I have ink in my veins
And blood in my words,
I have a voice behind this pastiche of a life,
A voice that is dying to be heard.
I have verses in my heart
And a heartbeat in my pen,
I have a raft fashioned from rosewood and paper,
That has saved me again and again.Read More »
As red as a wildfire, impossible to tame,
Or the curve of her lips when she whispered his name.
As blue as the ocean, calm and composed,
Or his eyes when he confessed he needed her most.
As purple as the amethyst hugging her finger,
On the day they promised each other forever.
© Jade M. Wong
Imagine the waves crashing on the shore,
The cold saltwater rushing over your ankles,
Startling you back into his arms with a laugh.
Imagine the sky set aflame,
Red like a rose, yellow like molten gold,
Orange burnt like the middle of autumn.Read More »
There’s a little tug at the corner of her lips,
When I tell her a joke and my stomach does flips.
She bursts out laughing, uninhibited and free,
I would do so much just to make her happy.
I remember the laughter of children,
Racing under neon lights,
And the scent of nearby hydrangeas,
Permeating through the night.
I remember the taste of cotton candy,
Melting sugary sweet on my tongue,
And the apples swimming in caramel—
The carefree diet of being young.Read More »
I saw stars
And fairy lights,
It was magic,
A fairy tale.
You healed scars
And lit up nights,
We were exquisite,
Every detail.
© Jade M. Wong
