Tag Archives: short-story

© 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 →

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 →

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 →