Category Archives: Poetry

Bright morning on the hill.Light on the branches.The buds hesitatebetween sleep and speech. Yet the heartdoes not quiet. Somewherebeyond this fieldthe old argument continues—war repeating itselfwith tired certainty. Many reasons have been spoken.None have made it just. Still the earth … Continue reading →

Conscience is a fire underground.No law can smother it. Beneath this Smoky Mountain clay—two feet, no more—a mountain waits. Easter draws near,not with trumpetsbut with a gathering weight. Passion will press through the soil.Stone will loosen its hold.What was hiddenwill … Continue reading →

Once, in another forest,I walked beside the quiet pondwith Henry David Thoreau—learning how little a life requires,how pine and waterwrite their patient lessons. Once, beneath a wider sky,I listened with Wilhelm Reichfor the hidden pulsemoving between breath and cloud—body and … Continue reading →

Between the wires,where current hums without thought,a paulownia once stood—too near the careful reach of power. It fell. The stump was burned.Fire entered the heartwood,left a hollow—a dark mouth in the earthbreathing smokelong after the flame was gone. Years went … Continue reading →

by TaeHun Yoon, 3/3/2026 Departing happens quietly.Not with the crash of doors,but in the almost-silencebetween one breath and the next. A word spoken.Or withheld.An eyelid closing.A hand, once tightly held beneath a deep embraceloosening without ceremony. For days nowmy heart … Continue reading →

Coming, going—a dot appears, a dot dissolves.No circle—only breath:expansion, contraction. A point.An ending that begins again. We ride a bullet traintoward a broken span,the ravine waiting—history an arrow loosed,beyond recall,cutting airtoward the unseen floor. Revolution.Rock bottom struck.The sound of awakening. … Continue reading →

Like a feather released from the hand,we depart— And we saythat leaving and returningare not two doorsbut one,swinging toward each other. We call it loss.Perhaps it is a feastwhere long-separated sorrowssit down together again. Yet we stand at the threshold,and … Continue reading →

손에서 놓인 깃털처럼우리는 떠난다— 그리고 우리는 말한다떠남과 돌아옴은두 개의 문이 아니라하나의 문이라고,서로를 향해 흔들리는. 우리는 그것을 상실이라 부른다.어쩌면 그것은오래 헤어졌던 아픔들이다시 둘러앉는한 상의 잔치일지도 모른다. 그래도 우리는문지방에 서서정죄하며 당신을 보내야 하는 사람들이다. 당신이 올 때에는,낮게 흐르는 들판의 개울같은 울림—세밀하게,그 이름이 … Continue reading →