Author name: tjbroomhouse

One of the central ideas behind these writings was to slow my daily life down just enough to take a […]

A whisper-switch of a moon, a thin-lipped, upended goblet of a moon, a tickled by sun and flooded by night

The elm and hackberry branches are thick with brown buds today, only the willow presents her green bonnet. The earth

Bridle hand caresses turns in a road that leave dust hard in the wake of the horses, past homes that live

Two days before Christmas in 1943, the Liebmann Building in El Reno, Oklahoma, burned to the ground, including my grandfather’s

The change is real tonight, the buds are swelling above, the green is coming alive below, the air is damp

I close my eyes and let the warm late winter rain glisten my skin as I carry on shirtless where

As the snow moon wanes, it fills my window through the night, fills my dreams with skin aglow in transplanted

The great contradiction with the Gregorian calendar is that February is both the longest and the shortest month. There is

I heard it in the wind at nightfall – live true and die well. I lie under these stars and