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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 Confession of Vaulting Box

The box stood there—small to others,but to methe first mountain. I ran,touched the edge,failed—and when it rose a little higher,fear grew beyond measure. So I turned awayand called it truth. — A quiet cloud followed—standing just outsideevery circle. Others flew—light … Continue reading

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Cliff

– Demilitarized Zone I remember the person who arranged lives—yes, the matchmaker with her careful phrases,her practiced kindness, her small, shining lies—and I remember how I stood there, listening,knowing the life she offered was not the one breathing in me. … Continue reading

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When the Azaleas Bloom in Full

When the azaleas bloom in full, nard’s fragrance fills the heavens and the earth. Once in a lifetime—and for the last time— the essence of love poured out in joy, Mary broke her alabaster jar without reserve. If it pleases … Continue reading

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Home Coming on Women’s Day

by TaeHun Yoon3/8/2026 It’s strange the way a thought returns—the tide at Saltstraumencomes back to mind today:that narrow run of water where the moonand sea pull hard against the landuntil the current forces through the rockslike something burning under waves. … Continue reading

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Mountain Ballad Again

by TaeHun Yoon, 3/4/2026 Between the wires(where current hums without memory)a paulownia stood—too near the measured lines of power. It fell. The stump was burned.Fire entered the marrowand left a hollow—a dark mouth in the earthbreathing smoke long after flame. … 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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“My Valentines”

A hidden Valentine of the twentieth century—its root descendsinto a winter day of the third century,February fourteen,where Saint Valentine of Romefell in silence,refusing the machinery of war,binding men insteadto love,to marriage,to fragile households of hope. Time does not move forward.It … Continue reading

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“Why do people love flowers?”

Why do people love flowers?Perhaps because flowers do not wear uniforms.Each appears as itself,anywhere, anytime—last year or this year—and quietly—shows uswhat the Creator’s heart might look likewhen it is not trying to dominate. Mix religion and politics,and neither faith nor … 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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