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Tag Archives: fantasy
“Our Neighborhood”
(In memory of Busan and Masan, 1979 – for late Rev. Sung-Muk Choi and late Esq. Kwang-Il Kim) We walked together, side by side,bound by one small, silent care.Before us stretched the chalk-white road—so still, as if time waited there. … Continue reading
“River of the East”
© TaeHun Yoon, 1979 A black serpent wore the weight of a week’s rebirth around its neck.It had been struck, cast into the stillness of the wild. The ground ran red with blood,and the city reeked of burning flesh and … Continue reading
Struggle
© TaeHun Yoon, 1994, then 2025 The graveyard sleeps beneath a shroud of clouds.For twenty years it has grown — not in stones, but in the hearts of those who cannot forget.There, in the middle of its silence, stands a … Continue reading
“October’s Shaman Dance”
The shaman threads the moon on high,A silver knot in midnight sky.She spins beneath its haunted glow,Where truth and shadow come and go. The willow drinks from steel’s sharp tongue,Its roots still hum the songs unsung.A borrowed light, a fleeting … Continue reading
The Day Moon
Winter brushes the fingertipsof the shaman—empty-bodied,visible from all directions—morning and evening. A bird, perched on a dry branch,laughs,its entrails spilling out. Hair, like scattered feathers,drifts towardbuildings stripped bare,unfolding slowly—a voice without accompaniment. The night that had been swept awayreturns to … Continue reading