Monthly Archives: January 2026

A poem is justtelling thingsthe way they are. The flow of thought—and thoughtinside the flow. When I was young,going into houseswhere old people lived,I felt uneasy.So much disorder,so much clutter. Now that I live that way myself,life feels surprisingly easy.Everything … Continue reading →

숨을 들이쉬는 순간과기억 속에 남은 숨 사이,지나간 이의 발걸음이아직도 남아 있는 듯한그 좁은 자리에침묵이 머문다—비어 있어서가 아니라,그저 기다리고 있을 뿐. 우리는 그것을 “한”이라 부른다:스스로를 설명하지 않으려는 슬픔,차가운 재 아래에서아직 살아 있는 숯불처럼,의미를 가질 만큼의 온기. 우리는 그것을 가슴에 지니고 산다,지나치기만 … Continue reading →

There is a narrow placebetween a breath takenand one remembered,where footsteps seem to lingerafter the walker is gone.That is where the silence stays—not empty,just waiting. We call it Han:a sorrow that won’t explain itself,like a coal kept aliveunder cold ash,warm … Continue reading →