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Tag Archives: short-story
“Light”
© WanHee Yoon (Faith Column #20, LA Christian Today, 1998) One day, while walking along the shore, I realized that the sea no longer remained simply blue or green. It breathed endlessly, alive with shifting light and color. The blue … Continue reading
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“Grave”
Time fell like a droplet from the crown of the head,slid down the throat,passed the chest, the belly, the thighs—and finally seeped out through the soles of the feet. [It’s over now. Enjoy your journey.] Across every street, torn cries … Continue reading
Winter
The wind has a mind of its own tonight—it slips between the ribs of the trees,a steady hand brushing the worldinto the shape of silence. Somewhere a barn door swings,creaking against the weight of snow.The road, once clear, now foldsunder … Continue reading
Flowing Water
In the valley soaked in love—from beneath its arms,rose the scent of human sweat. Even death itself was, in truth,a fragment drifting through the sky,a sip of wine,a single sigh,the sweet lips of a woman—a bridal procession. Turn your head.Look … Continue reading
The Night That Rises
The flies come thick, fevered— drawn to what softens, fades.“Eat, drink, be merry,” they murmur—“for tomorrow, you vanish.”Their hum coils around a bowl of bone,a whisper threading through the marrow’s wind. From every corner they gather—pale ones, dark ones, the … Continue reading
“Footsteps”
Do you understand—that it is not enough? Not only until death—but beyond the drumbeat,will you walk with me? It was the song of the lepers,the cry of beasts gone mad.Within the city’s diseased gutlay plague,and bodies unburied,and silence thick as … Continue reading
“A Strange Journey” (Pastoral Residence Faith Column #5, LA Christian Today, October 31, 2007) © WanHee Yoon
There is a couple in their mid-seventies. The husband, Charles, suffers from Alzheimer’s disease. His wife is named Evelyn. Charles has been living in a nursing home for several years. At first glance, he appears so dignified and well-kept that … Continue reading
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Struggle
The graveyard sleeps beneath a quilt of cloud.For twenty years it has grown—not in stone,but in the hearts that refuse forgetting. At the center of its hushstands a house raised on bones.Beneath its roof,an old man receives a newborninto arms … Continue reading
“The Woman Who Kept the Night” (Letter from the Parsonage, O Souls That Leap Like Deer, First Story) 1994, © Yoon Wan-Hee
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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“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
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