Monday, January 31, 2011

In the courtyard 
of the temple of the sky
blooms a flower.

- Jeronimus, after Kabir

Wednesday, January 26, 2011

All that remains of
the infinite sea of night
are these words of ink


Jeronimus (inspired by a haiku by Jorge Luis Borges)
Rescued from the ferns
the grey watering can will rain
for the vanished clouds

-Jeronimus

Monday, January 17, 2011

The evening sky
is an old master painting
of a blue-ware bowl
-Jeronimus

Tuesday, January 11, 2011

Like gold, this blue runs
molten in the crucible 
of the summer sky
-Jeronimus
Like Isis' sistrum
cicadas' summer shimmer
exorcises thought
-Jeronimus



Tuesday, January 4, 2011

Kookaburras call
in jungles they've never seen,
thanks to Hollywood.

-Jeronimus