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”
“Give me your tired, your poor,
Your huddled masses yearning to breathe free,
The wretched refuse of your teeming shore.
Send these, the homeless, tempest-tossed, to me:
I lift my lamp beside the golden door.”
First, they came and took my father away.
I remember the quiet shuffling of his worn out boots,
The oil-stained fingers waving goodbye and
My screams splattered across my brain like a dirty tattoo.
Next, they came and took my mother away.
I remember the fading scent of her jasmine perfume,
The fish stew bubbling as they walked her out and then
The deafening silence of the room. Continue reading “[Writer’s Quote Wednesday] Jus Soli”
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”
*Exciting news, guys! This short story has been selected to be published in an online magazine called The Ghouls’ Review courtesy of Grammar Ghouls Press. To check out the magazine, click here!
My 12th birthday started with a conversation that might have been a dream. I was standing outside my parents’ room, ready to burst in with the news that today was My Birthday when I heard their voices.
“Do you think she’ll be okay?” That was my mom.
“Shh, let’s just wait. She’ll wake up soon.” That was my dad.
The rest of the day went by in a blur. My favorite pancakes for breakfast, my party in the afternoon, balloons getting popped accidentally, the piñata exploding with candy (that was on purpose), Continue reading “[Short Story] Glow-In-The-Dark Stars”
A hazy dream, easily forgotten
A shadow of a memory, pushed aside
A misty thought, lost, never to be found
When we do not wish to remember.
A half-opened door with a secret
A recollection whispering through
The door is shut, the key thrown away
When we fear of what we can remember.
A tiny light in the midst of the dark
A warm laugh in the falling of the tears
A gentle voice among the shouts
When we find the courage to remember.
© Jade M. Wong 2016 Continue reading “[Poetry] When We Find The Courage To Remember”
I remember when you turned off the light,
When you plunged my world into never-ending night,
I remember that I didn’t even fight.
It turns out all it took was one final fight,
To make me realize you hadn’t stolen my light,
It was always up to me to end the night.
No more stumbling around in the night,
No more being too afraid to fight,
It’s time I turned back on my light.
And always I will fight for now I know I am my own NightLight.
© Jade M. Wong 2016 Continue reading “[Poetry] NightLight”