Author: Jane Ng

POETRY | The Feathery Hill by Jane Ng

Com’on, hurry, catch the ice cream truck. We’ll eat our treats as we walk to the feathery hill in the golden meadow. I got a fudgicle Did you get a creamsicle? Com’on, hurry, let’s eat them before they melt. Then we’ll skip up the path leading to the feathery hill in the golden meadow. Just a little spooky here in this part. It’s not long though. Here hold my hand, we’ll kick like the Rockettes to the feathery hill in the golden meadow. The light, see it? It’s not far now.  C’mon run, run through the filtering mystical veil...

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ESSAY | No Pain, No Gain In Physiotherapy by Jane Ng

Physiotherapy is a treatment injury, disease or deformity by physical methods such as massage, heat treatment and exercise. I suffered pain during the process of physiotherapy, and I was disappointed when I did not see any improvements after attending the sessions. I was born premature and have a condition called “Cerebral Palsy”. Cerebral palsy is a condition marked by limited muscle coordination and or other disabilities, typically caused by damage to the brain at birth. As a result of the brain damage during brain development, my body muscle control and coordination greatly limited. For this reason, physiotherapy has become...

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POETRY | You Bake Me Crazy by Jane Ng

Image by Brooke Lark She put me in the oven to bake. I am feeling hot, and I start to bubble.  Looking at my friends, I know I am in trouble. She opens the door, and I begin my new life. Frosting me with a silver knife, Decorating me with candy jewels. The rest of my batch looking like fools. Lifting me, she takes off my wrapper. Feeling the breeze, I want to slap her. Open her mouth bite me with her shiny teeth.  Ouch! and I die. Enjoyed this poem? Here’s more.  POETRY | Cherish Passenger by Jane...

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POETRY | Cherish Passenger by Jane Ng

Photo by Capturing the human heart. on Unsplash Circumstances have put half a continent between us, my friends, and yet the love we shared remains by my side. It rides with me, a cherished passenger on this voyage through dark nights and dreary days, rising like a sun that warms against life’s chills, a brilliant sun that is mine alone. I remember those many years ago, how you took me in, a stray at your door, far from home. And all the late nights of storytelling and drinking too much wine, and how the laughter roared out of us and bound us...

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