If you are a dreamer, come in
If you are a dreamer, a wisher, a liar,
A hope-er, a pray-er, a magic bean buyer…
If you’re a pretender, come sit by the fire
For we have some flax-golden tales to spin.
— Shel Silverstein — Continue reading “[Writer’s Quote Wednesday] Invitation”
Have you heard? There’s a song challenge making its way through the blog-o-sphere lately. I’ve had a lot of fun listening to my fellow bloggers’ song recommendations, many of which I wouldn’t normally stumble upon, so I thought, why not join in the fun? Continue reading “30 Day Song Challenge: 1st Week Catch Up!”
The love is for all those whose hearts
Are tough from being torn apart
By heartbreak’s touch, by betrayal’s agony,
And are too scared to once again start. Continue reading “[Poetry] Ingredients To My Poetry”
I know what lurks beneath
The rippling muscles and the silky hair.
I know what’s underneath
The sultry eyes and the way he stares.
He always said I was soft and sweet
Too trusting and too prim,
But I have a heart that always beats
And I can’t say that for him.
© Jade M. Wong Continue reading “[Poetry] A Heart”
A chilly breeze plucked a white petal off the tulip sitting at the open window.
He loves me.
A second plucked petal floated with the breeze before coming to a rest on the damp soil.
He loves me not. Continue reading “[Flash Fiction] White Petals”
Spring cleaning had a tendency to unearth past lives she spent years forgetting. Staring at the raggedy shoebox, she felt the lock on the memories turning in her mind.
She picked up the London postcard with the bright red double decker bus. She didn’t have to turn it over to remember what was written on the other side. Before the memories of riding through the city with his hand in hers could escape the lock in her mind, she pushed the postcard aside. Continue reading “[Flash Fiction] Return To Sender”
“What’s lost in pain
Is now regained.”
“Cause of death?”
© Jade M. Wong 2016
He asked me how I forgot him so quickly.
I replied, “I put our memories in this box and locked it with a key.”
“I see,” he said as he touched the warm mahogany wood. His fingers, coarse and strong, brushed against the lid where the metal padlock stood. With a click, the lid opened. “I thought you said it was locked with a key?”
© Jade M. Wong 2016 Continue reading “[Poetry] Locked”