[Poetry] Where We Will Always Be

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”

[Poetry] The 100th Day

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.

100th day-
I’m starting to feel okay.

© Jade M. Wong 2017 Continue reading “[Poetry] The 100th Day”

[Flash Fiction] Return To Sender

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”

[Poetry] Stronger

“Leave me alone,” Love spat as she curled up on the couch.

Pain silently refilled Love’s glass of wine.

“I said, leave me alone!” Love dissolved into choking sobs. She wrapped her arms around herself for protection. With a gentle touch of his finger, Pain shattered the shield like glass. Continue reading “[Poetry] Stronger”

What Happens Now?


My little boy looked at me and I wondered how a nine-year-old could have galaxies in his eyes.

“Momma,” he whispered and I shushed him, hugging him to my chest. I caressed the soft mocha skin of his cheek.

“It’ll be alright, little one. Nothing will happen to you.” Was that true?

I didn’t know. All I knew was the love I saw in my little boy’s eyes and the lengths I would go to protect it.  Continue reading “What Happens Now?”

[Poetry] Magic

She’s different from anyone I’ve met before.
That’s cliché, isn’t it?” He laughs as he plays with his tie.
I don’t know, she just-she shakes me to my core.
It’s the blue tie she bought him, to bring out his eyes.

She’s like a breath of fresh air, vibrant and alive,
After I’ve been cooped up for so long.
The world’s thrown everything at her and she survived,
I’ve never seen anyone so strong.Continue reading “[Poetry] Magic”