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)”
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…”
One cannot find love in a cramped ballroom
So I go where wine flows plentifully,
Amidst the talks, a whiff of your perfume,
Shall we gamble? You take my hand and we
Dance away, O Love, let me take command
For our destiny was sewn in the stars.
You are my goddess and I, as your man,
Adore the form of you and all you are.
Shall we bask in the moonlight, skin to skin
Whilst the bedsheets tangle around our feet
Until your perfume permeates within
Every inch of my chambers, soft and sweet?
O my love, you may believe me crazy
But I am enamored with your body.
© Jade M. Wong 2017 Continue reading “[Poetry] Moonlit Love”
The woman looped the necklace around her neck, wincing as the cold pearls touched her skin. The blue sapphire pendant glowed just as coldly. It was time.
Her husband sat at the piano, dressed in his Sunday best. Next to him sat the little girl, choosing the evening’s song. She had their daughter’s sunny curls and voice like wind-chimes, but she was not their daughter.
Continue reading “[Flash Fiction] Live To Play Another Day”
This is where I started—on the cold streets of New York, with the subway station to my right and a homeless man to my left. For years, this view of concrete and brick was my view as I hopped on the A train away from Brooklyn. I had a corner of Manhattan where I set up my guitar and sign: PAYMENT ACCEPTED IN SING-ALONGS, IMPROMPTU DANCES, AND SMILES.
Every morning, I drew a crowd, singing, dancing and sprinting off to work. During the lunch hour, someone would offer me a hot cup of coffee. In the evenings, I packed up my guitar, wondering if Times Square would ever play my music. Continue reading “[Flash Fiction] Sing-Alongs, Impromptu Dances, and Smiles”
Her little fingers pressed each key carefully. “Daddy, when is mommy coming home? I want her to hear me play.”
Her voice was as melodious as the simple nursery rhyme she was practicing on the piano. “Not for a long time, sweetheart, but Daddy’s listening. ‘Mary Had A Little Lamb’, right?”
Continue reading “[Flash Fiction] A Different Planet”
He could be the reason I learn to love mornings,
The way the sun plays with the shadows,
The way he smiles when I open my eyes.
I could be the reason he stays up all night,
The way the moon lights up our dance floor,
The way we laugh until sunrise.
We could be each other’s first,
First love that endures past tomorrow.
We could be the happy ending,
But now we’ll never know.
© Jade M. Wong 2016
“But why me?” The words hovered over them, each letter holding its breath for his response.
He sat across from her at her kitchen counter, dressed incognito as always. His black sweatshirt covered his tattoos and the hood covered his platinum blond hair. Where did he begin to find his own words to answer her? Continue reading “[Flash Fiction] Fame, Fortune, and Empty Hearts”
“Be brave with me,” he whispered.
His eyes pleaded with mine.
“We keep dancing around each other,
Let’s not waste any more time.”
With a hand cupping my cheek,
He pulled me in for a kiss.
That was when I discovered
The meaning of bliss.
© Jade M. Wong 2016 Continue reading “[Poetry] Brave”
I don’t have a car to take you riding through the city,
But I’ll walk with you hand in hand with the nightlife as our guide.
I can’t offer you fancy dresses or jewels,
But I’ll never lie or make you cry if you’ll have me by your side.
We might not have a sprawling mansion,
But we’ll definitely have a home,
And you’ll never spend a second wondering
If you’ll ever feel alone. Continue reading “[Poetry] The Proposal”