Salon

Central Park From Winter Tree to Spring Tree Hwang Ji-woo A tree is a tree In its body. With its whole body the tree becomes a tree. All the body naked, At thirteen degrees below zero, At twenty degrees below zero, Rooting the whole body in...

From Winter Tree to Spring Tree Hwang Ji-woo A tree is a tree In its body. With its whole body the tree becomes a tree. All the body naked, At thirteen degrees below zero, At twenty degrees below zero, Rooting the whole body into the earth,...

The Winter Sea Kim Nam-jo I went out to see the winter sea. The unknown bird, the bird I wished to see, had died and wasn’t there. The bitter sea wind froze even the truth into tears when I thought of you. The fire of futility was burning a...