This poem
Is for the child
Sprinting through the crimson streets
Tripping over the last breaths
Of his father—
For the mother
Protecting her babies’ ears
From the piercing shrieks that echo
Long after the ashes settle—
This poem
Is for the child
Sprinting through the crimson streets
Tripping over the last breaths
Of his father—
For the mother
Protecting her babies’ ears
From the piercing shrieks that echo
Long after the ashes settle—
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, my tears
Watered the meadow green.
All the days can pass, but this king
Will not find another queen.
© 2020 Jade M. Wong
Read More »This is not a rant. This will be concise and to the point.
Since June, a Twitter storm swirled around J.K. Rowling for her tweets regarding transgender issues. Three months later, the storm is nearing Category 5. I won’t detail the timeline of this storm, but here is a link to the tip of the iceberg. You can decide if you want to dig deeper.
So what is the point of this post? The point is, I followed the Twitter storm.
The Harry Potter books are more than just books to me. They are the reason I started writing, since they inspired me to write my first fanfiction about 15 years ago. The Patronus Charm from the books got me through many nights with my inner dementors. So, I read all the tweets, I read J.K. Rowling’s lengthy blog post defending her stance, I read the criticism, and I struggled to separate the creator from the creation, the nostalgia from the reality, the fangirl from the human being.
Read More »A flickering candle still casts light.
A lonesome star still shines at night.
“And I will fight with all my might,
For I am resilient,” whispered my heart.
“All I need is a place to start.“
© 2020 Jade M. Wong
Remember not to compare yourself to strangers on the internet.
Remember not to let the numbers—of likes, of followers, of zeros on a check—make you feel like you are less than, because you are not. You are enough.
Remember your dreams are valid.Read More »
5…
Colors flashed—
The freedom of a white canvas, the void of a black night sky, the flickering rays of a yellow sun, the blurry line of a blue horizon, the angry strokes of a red paintbrush
4…
Lifelines tangled in a spider’s webRead More »