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“The Woman Who Kept the Night” (Letter from the Parsonage, O Souls That Leap Like Deer, First Story) 1994, © Yoon Wan-Hee

Posted on October 1, 2025 by TaeHun Yoon

In the middle of the night, just as I was about to drift into a dream, someone shook my shoulder to wake me. Half-asleep, I heard a voice: “May I put my bag under your blanket?” Rubbing my eyes, I … Continue reading →

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“Mother”

Posted on September 29, 2025 by TaeHun Yoon

(Letter from the Parsonage, Those Who Remained in the City, Fourteenth Story, 1994) © Yoon Wan-Hee “Did you know she had tuberculosis?” The social worker’s voice buzzed from the phone, startled and anxious. “As you know, I told you clearly … Continue reading →

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“Children”

Posted on September 28, 2025 by TaeHun Yoon

(Letter from the parsonage, Those Who Remained in the City, Story Thirteen, 1994) © WanHee Yoon The name “Soviet Union” vanished forever from this earth. The leader he once trusted and admired fell from power, and a new one took … Continue reading →

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“Are You Climbing the Ladder?” (Letter from the Parsonage, Those Who Remained in the City, Twelfth Story) 1994, Yoon Wan-Hee

Posted on September 27, 2025 by TaeHun Yoon

It was a crisp early autumn morning. The church custodian had already set a tall ladder against the wall, preparing to wash the church windows. This yearly cleaning of all the windows was by no means an easy task. The … Continue reading →

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“October’s Shaman Dance”

Posted on September 26, 2025 by TaeHun Yoon

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 →

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“My Elderly Friend”

Posted on September 25, 2025 by TaeHun Yoon

This year, Mrs. Louise Wegi, now 92 years old, decided to sell her car. Though two years younger in appearance than her actual age, she was still working part-time as a secretary in a law office. Petite in stature and … Continue reading →

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Wendel’s Lament

Posted on August 29, 2025 by TaeHun Yoon

(Letter from the Parsonage, Those Who Remained in the City, Story Five) © WanHee Yoon, 1989 A new tenor soloist, Mr. Wendel Wohl, joined our church choir, which was made up mostly of elderly members in their seventies. He was … Continue reading →

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“Those Who Remained in the City”

Posted on August 25, 2025 by TaeHun Yoon

(Pastoral Letter from the Parsonage, First Story in the ‘Those Who Remained in the City’ series) by WanHee Yoon, 2001 The intersection by Citibank is always bustling. As usual, I barely manage to park and drop a twenty-five cent coin … Continue reading →

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1971 Autumn

Posted on August 22, 2025 by TaeHun Yoon

Sleep unfinished drifts into sleep again,and before my wandering truly ends,my feet are drawn toward a house of gathering. The cries of Biafra echo in my ears,yet they do not slay the truths that have aged within me.The images of … Continue reading →

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1969.9.9.

Posted on August 15, 2025 by TaeHun Yoon

Beneath the tall stone embankmentby the elementary school beside my home,the sound of murky water trickling—the black, stagnant waterseeping from every cornerof the city of Present where I live. Deep in the mountain valley,where ancient trees and rocks keep watch,water … Continue reading →

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