JhinukAug 20, 20232 minHue of a Silent MonologueA sickly-yellow arm of the Sun draws upon my brow. It beckons me to my August window, clinging closely to the eggshell-plaster draped...
JhinukApr 21, 20232 minThe Sea is in Love with the MoonMy heart, It carries the hem of yours Threaded to its cottony pillow Where it teaches my skin its name, and yours; I love you as the sand...
JhinukSep 20, 20223 minCarousel; Part ILast night I dreamt of a carousel horse. It lingered just outside my doorstep, patiently waiting for thumbed assistance to ring the...
JhinukMay 30, 20223 minSatelliteI am asleep again. No, in sleep. I am not simply resting; in fact I'm not resting at all. My eyes close like the tin shutter of a...
JhinukMay 23, 20222 minBubble GumThe old woman, from within the creases of her lower ribs -the floating ones- brings out a bead. She places it in a ceramic bowl,...
JhinukMay 7, 20222 minHeadacheAnd when our demons are asleep, there is always a morning. It is one they do not see. This is when they are numb. And yet another sun raises