“I sense colors in you. They’re strong and beautiful…and sad. I wondered what your colors were for a long time. They’re the colors of the sunset…the blazing shades of a sunset that burn just before the darkness sets in.”
—Fuyumi Soryo, MARS—
We’re traveling to Japan this week for our Writer’s Quote Wednesday. About a decade ago, I started reading manga, which is a type of Japanese graphic novel. One of the first manga series I ever picked up was titled MARS, and I devoured this love story between a shy art student and a rebellious motorcycle racer. Before I knew it, I was falling in love, having my heart broken, and crying tears—both of sadness and of joy—when I flipped the last page. I left a piece of my heart between the pages of this story and I think in return, MARS made a home in that missing piece.
Continue reading “[Writer’s Quote Wednesday] I Sense Colors In You”
On the bathroom floor,
Glass shard in hand,
It catches the light,
Is this the end?
And the tears, they
Bounce off the glass.
Shutting my eyes, I’ll
Just make this fast. Continue reading “[Poetry] The Choice”
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”
Gianna snapped open her easel and balanced it on the smooth boulder. Unpacking her canvas and her various charcoal supplies, she soaked in the warmth of the sunlight seeping through the trees and the chirping of the birds beyond.
Her hand poised over the blank paper, she exhaled a deep breath and began to draw. Gentle charcoal strokes brought to life the memory she dreamt of every night for the last three years, a memory that was more wishful thinking than truth, but felt as real as any piece of her past. Continue reading “[Flash Fiction] The Memory”
His gift to me came threefold:
First, the soft whisperings
Of the wind dancing
Through the trees brushing
Against the window pane
As our bed grows cold.
Second, the rose petals
Littering the wooden floor
Like casualties of war—
The blood-red and broken
Remnants of us. Continue reading “[Poetry] Three Gifts”
Is for the child
Sprinting through the crimson streets
Tripping over the last breaths
Of her father
For the mother
Protecting her babies’ ears
From the piercing shrieks that echo
Long after the ashes settle Continue reading “[Poetry] An Elegy For Them”
Can you hear me
All the words I cannot speak
Behind a strained smile sewed on
Like a porcelain doll.
Can you hear me
The muffled sobs in a corner
Because my tears would only
Burn them like acid rain. Continue reading “[Poetry] Are You Listening?”
“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.
Continue reading “[Writer’s Quote Wednesday] Jus Soli”
Her lips were as soft as the silky petals
Of all the roses in the meadow,
And her body swayed as graceful as
The flurries of the winter snow.
When I left her that day, my tears
Watered the meadow green.
All the days can pass, but this king
Will not find another queen.
© Jade M. Wong 2017 Continue reading “[Poetry] Where We Will Always Be”
1st day was screaming in a soundproof room-
Buried alive in my silent tomb.
2nd day was setting the world on fire-
Burning the memories stacked on a pyre.
3rd day was floating with nowhere to go-
In a crimson river as cold as snow.
I’m starting to feel okay.
© Jade M. Wong 2017 Continue reading “[Poetry] The 100th Day”