Author name: tjbroomhouse

We heave up our shoulders to carry the stones of this world, the weight of grief, the bonds of labor,  the […]

Driving across the Flint Hills at dawnThe fog was rising like spirits out of the prairiehiding the new sun from

There was a rocket set loose in a tangled yard. Neither stone nor weed nor any living thing could deter

for The Boat by Aaron Fowler and Peter Mader We all enter this life alone, in a boat of our

First, the original herb, locked in chocolate – soft, mysterious and aimed at the heart. It can be followed only

I saw an image of myself the other day, a portly older gent sitting alone at the front table, nodding

Loft is a factor of air density and wing shape, velocity is a product of forward thrust and the sheer

The Earth swings away from winter tonight, drops those tiny kisses on our foreheads  and loosens up the rust from

Tonight I built a fire to honor the Flower Moon. She is waiting for me, standing full and luscious in

A woman’s sixth and last child is born on Mother’s Day. The child carries water borne on the shoulders of