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.
Yet, I cannot help but wonder
As a new year settles on me,
Will this be the year I discover
Who I am meant to be?
© Jade M. Wong Continue reading “[Poetry] New Year Musings”
Here’s to Cupid aiming his arrows accurately
To lost love being found.
Here’s to being nice (and a little naughty!)
For Santa all year ‘round.
Here’s to friendships, stretched thin from wear
Built up like a house of cards.
Here’s to friendships, triple knotted with care,
Built to last when things get hard.
Continue reading “[Poetry] A Toast”
no one leaves home unless home chases you
fire under feet
hot blood in your belly
it’s not something you ever thought of doing
until the blade burnt threats into
and even then you carried the anthem under
only tearing up your passport in an airport toilet
sobbing as each mouthful of paper
made it clear that you wouldn’t be going back.
Continue reading “[Writer’s Quote Wednesday] Home”
Calling all my October Babies!
Two weeks ago, on the 13th, I turned…older. Which meant, I had a brief existential crisis, like I do every year, where I lamented how I have achieved nothing in my 20+ years of life, and then my best friend stepped in to slap sense into me, as a good best friend should.
This year, I asked for a small dinner to celebrate my birthday, no fuss, just good food and great company. So my best friends treated me to dinner at one of my favorite restaurants, a sushi & seafood buffet called Mizumi aka A Little Piece of Heaven on Earth. Continue reading “Birthday Dinner At A Little Piece of Heaven”
Her cap was pinned to her wavy black hair on a slant. Her crimson graduation robes billowed open in the breeze, revealing a knee-length lacy black dress and matching black pumps—demure enough for the school event, edgy enough to show she was eighteen and ready to take on the world.
“One more picture, sweetheart!”
“Dad!” She groaned and rolled her eyes at the smartphone clasped in her father’s hands. “You’re going to make me miss my own graduation!” Continue reading “[Flash Fiction] Pink Cotton Candy”
He fidgeted in his red knit sweater and smoothed down his dark hair. “How do I look? Do I look okay?”
“For the hundredth time, you look like the perfect son-in-law.” She stood on her toes, tugged on the red cotton, forcing him to lean down, and kissed him gently on the cheek. “How are you so tall?” Continue reading “[Flash Fiction] The Perfect Son-In-Law”
When she was born, much too early and wrapped in pink, a tiny teddy bear the color of chocolate followed her home.
A reminder that she was a fighter from the beginning.
When she was thirteen, an acne-riddled girl with her first broken heart, a chubby tan teddy bear waited for her on her bed.
A reminder that she was always loved. Continue reading “[Flash Fiction] Light”