Author name: tjbroomhouse

Bearing the name my mother gave herself at approximately the age I am now, and the middle name of her […]

You know that lingering smile, before the payphone clicks through, when the moonlight falls like loose change on the bitter blue tiles and

It was roughly forty years ago I laid my life as a poet at the feet of a roomful of

The sky is a gathering of storms, the river is a casting of jewels, the air is a punishing of

Someday next month, Liza Rose James will enter this life, carrying the name that you gave yourself, that my son

I’ve never grown berry vines before, unless the grape arbor on Holyoke counts. I put in two black raspberry plants

“When I give food to the poor, they call me a saint. When I ask why the poor have no

Clear the trampled decks, cast off the cruel yokes of winter, uproot the unwieldy remnants of the season past, take

Rarely does the first day of Spring actually feel like the first day of Spring, but it’s happening this year.

I had a poster of Violeta Parra for years before I finally heard this song. I just knew that she