“Drying Rack” by Kim Hye-Soo
From the clothesline hung on the drying rack, winter laundry which nobody managed to remove for several days stretches out. Before it could be dried, it froze and unfroze. Over rehardened clothing…
From the clothesline hung on the drying rack, winter laundry which nobody managed to remove for several days stretches out. Before it could be dried, it froze and unfroze. Over rehardened clothing…
My whole life I never knew. Had it happened after she left? Those little eyes, why couldn’t they bear the tears and not let them flow? Those empty, contorted lips…
Snowflakes fall as quietly serene as a mother gazing at the child nursing at her breast. In that gaze—the sound of wind rushing past a whip…
For me to walk is to search for love. In the streets, I learned to gather and pack together sadness to fall asleep. And there I grew used to attaching wings to my longing as I walked…
If in the spring sun come to rest on a window we meet and gaze into each other’s eyes like two people, like one person, as the light builds its round house in pupils, in a look, in a tear…
I saw it when the plane landed. The shadow that was lost at 8,000 meters was found again as the plane taxied…
Cheolli-dong, Seoul Hostel. A wall with an unfamiliar face in a wanted poster delicately nailed to it. Stars made with blue cellophane stuck to the reception room door. A round, worn out woman…
When you fall in love,it’s a blessing to have an outer skin:a blessing everyone looks down on.Tearing, twisting, scorching, splitting, digging…