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“Over the River”

Posted on May 29, 2026 by TaeHun Yoon 윤 태헌 尹 太憲

— Korea Today, waiting for the election of June 3, 2026 After the sirens,after the flags,after the endless argumentsburning through blue-lit screens, there remainsa trembling countrystanding beside its own reflection. April remembers. May remembers. The streets remember footstepsrunning beneath tear … Continue reading →

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“At Penn Station”

Posted on May 25, 2026 by TaeHun Yoon 윤 태헌 尹 太憲

A few years ago, whenever I had business in Manhattan, stepping into Penn Station required great courage. After several bad experiences—getting lost in the maze of one‑way streets or paying outrageous parking fees—I learned to take the train instead of … Continue reading →

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“New Day”

Posted on May 24, 2026 by TaeHun Yoon 윤 태헌 尹 太憲

Fifty daysafter the stone rolled away,they were still afraid. The doors remained locked.The streets still carriedthe memory of soldiers’ boots. Jerusalem trembledwith many languages—pilgrims arriving like riversfrom every direction of the earth. And among themwere people carrying exileinside their bones. … Continue reading →

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“In the Summer Forest”

Posted on May 18, 2026 by TaeHun Yoon 윤 태헌 尹 太憲

Walking through the morning dew hanging on the tips of grass, brushing them aside with my toes as I go to greet the breaking dawn—this path always stirs my heart. When the mountain exhales its pale morning mist, the waking … Continue reading →

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May 18, 1980

Posted on May 17, 2026 by TaeHun Yoon 윤 태헌 尹 太憲

May 18 arrivescarrying both fire and flowers. History opens its old woundson this day. A mountain exploded once—Mount St. Helenstearing open the American sky,ash falling like gray snowupon forests, rivers, and homes. The earth itselfcould no longer remain silent. And … Continue reading →

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“Toward the Deep Desires of Life”

Posted on May 14, 2026 by TaeHun Yoon 윤 태헌 尹 太憲

In our lives, we carry many desires. Some are momentary, while others stretch across a year, five years, ten years, or even into the final season of life. To have a desire is to possess the energy that propels us … Continue reading →

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“At the Crossroads of a Dream”

Posted on May 13, 2026 by TaeHun Yoon 윤 태헌 尹 太憲

There are many things that Korean immigrants living in America do simply because they live here — things they never would have done had they stayed in Korea. At home, for instance, the head of the household who would never … Continue reading →

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“Woman! That Beautiful Name”

Posted on May 8, 2026 by TaeHun Yoon 윤 태헌 尹 太憲

One week before Mother’s Day, I found myself visiting Grandmother Kim at a nursing home. Among the elderly residents sitting in wheelchairs, minds drifting, passing the slow hours in a haze, one grandmother suddenly called out in a bright, clear … Continue reading →

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“Road”

Posted on May 6, 2026 by TaeHun Yoon 윤 태헌 尹 太憲

I do not speak for others.There is only this voice—returning, uncertain of itself,still learning its own measure. In sorrow, and in the brief mercy of joy,in the falling and the rising again,there is one road— not chosen once and forgotten,but … Continue reading →

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Losing Poem

Posted on May 5, 2026 by TaeHun Yoon 윤 태헌 尹 太憲

Strange—yes, quietly strange—after the gentle praise,after the book has gone outlike a child sent into the world,finding its place among unknown hands,there is no fullness waiting for me—only a widening silence,a thinning of what I thought was mine. What once … Continue reading →

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