[Poetry] Reunion

I close my eyes
That are finally dry
And tilt my face to the sky.

I feel the wind
I can finally smile
Knowing one day you and I

[Poetry] Wrinkled by the Sun

Wrinkled by the sun,
Still a beauty outdone by none.

© Jade M. Wong

[Poetry] Sisters

We met when we were fourteen—
An untamable butterfly of a girl,
A girl hiding from herself,
And me, a shy, bookish dreamer.

We grew up over the next ten years—
A young woman flying too high,
A young woman lied to by love,
And me, a young woman in the shadows.

[Poetry] New Year Musings

Laughter rings in one corner
Of card games and revelry,
In another corner, gossip
Is exchanged with cups of tea.

Golden mandarins are piled
Next to plates of unfinished food,
And incense slowly burns,
Trailing serenity through the room.

[Poetry] I Miss…

Running through sprinklers
On a summer day in the park,
Seeing stars in the sky
Instead of the dark.

Looking at the world
Through rose-colored eyes,
Believing I could be anything
Before life showed me otherwise.

[Poetry] A Toast

Here’s to Cupid aiming accurately,
To true love being found.
Here’s to being nice (and a little naughty!)
For Santa all year ’round.

Here’s to keeping our heads up high,
When we’re crawling in the dirt.
Here’s to friendships that last for life,
And to family that doesn’t hurt.

[Poetry] Precipice

There’s a pounding in my head,
The weight of words unsaid,

And a pounding in my chest
Of screams that just won’t rest.

I’m Glad I Live In A World Where There Are Octobers

From Halloween and New York Comic Con preparations to studying for midterms and digging out scarves, October means a lot of things to a lot of people. For me, October is the month of new beginnings—it is to me what January is to most people.

My year starts in October because this is my birthday month. This was the month I was born, the month I started life, and so every year, this is the month I reflect on how I have lived, make my resolutions for a happier, healthier life, and then start again. 

[Poetry] Our Banyan Tree

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.

[Flash Fiction] Sisterhood

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.”