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The Hands That Meet Beyond the Horizon

(the voice of Sehyung Lee) At the bottom of the abyss,where all names fall silentand life leans toward death,I saw two hands— one descendinglike a leaf released by autumn,the other risinglike a small flamesearching for the dawn. Between themwas almost … Continue reading →

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“Ascending Namsan”

At last, I climbed Namsan. For the first time. All my life I had longed for this mountain. And Namsan welcomed me as though it had been waiting for ages beyond counting, through millions of years of stone and sky. … Continue reading →

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“The Ranger Platoon of Love”

I sing the red-capped Master Sergeant, chief instructor of the Rangers on Gamaksan, whose voice once rolled through the mountains like thunder among the pines, whose boots struck the ridges and taught young men how to climb fear, how to … Continue reading →

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“Over the River”

— Korea Today, waiting for the election of June 3, 2026 After the sirens,after the flags,after the endless argumentsburning through blue-lit screens, there remainsa trembling countrystanding beside its own reflection. April remembers. May remembers. The streets remember footstepsrunning beneath tear … Continue reading →

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May 18, 1980

May 18 arrivescarrying both fire and flowers. History opens its old woundson this day. A mountain exploded once—Mount St. Helenstearing open the American sky,ash falling like gray snowupon forests, rivers, and homes. The earth itselfcould no longer remain silent. And … Continue reading →

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“At the Crossroads of a Dream”

There are many things that Korean immigrants living in America do simply because they live here — things they never would have done had they stayed in Korea. At home, for instance, the head of the household who would never … Continue reading →

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Story of Mirror

Toward Palm Sunday One morningI stood before the mirror— and something small,almost nothing,unsettled me: my left handhad become the right,my right the left. If the mirror were faithful to the end,my feet would rise upward,my head hang downlike a lantern … Continue reading →

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“A Story of Land”

A poor young woman, twenty‑five years after immigrating to America, purchased land for the first time in her life. It was not to build a large house, nor to create a beautiful garden. She bought a small plot of land … Continue reading →

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Filling Cloth (Dadeimizil)

I ache for it still—that braided songof my mother and my elder sister,their wooden mallets lifting, falling,lifting again. Slowly at first—tta, tta, tta—like measured breath. Then quicker,a brightening pulse,nearly vanishingas though stepping lightly past a sleeping house,only to break wide … Continue reading →

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“Thousand Birds”

It’s all right to be anything—every shape, every form.Creativity in the skyteaching us how to changewithout breaking. A body walking toward peace,like waves spending their own force,like a symphony risingwithout a single center.A world leaning toward equity—strength learning restraint,weakness discovering … Continue reading →

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