Author name: tjbroomhouse

I don’t take these things lightly just because they are in a poem. Light comes from all directions, loops the […]

I remember the land, its curve, its solitary sky, its fiery rivers, its inability to hold even the faintest rite

I have three very unique and wonderful brothers. One is the sort that will call the restaurant during your birthday

I’ve been waiting three years for a decent snow. Last night’s walk was pristine, not a breath of wind, not

There was more to the New Year’s Eve parties than just the food and the second line parade at midnight.

It’s a bit of a curse, this being born on New Year’s Eve. The typical birthday party, by obligation, rises

It’s a matter of folding. Folding back the clouds to expose the hard white nipple of the sky. She arches

Neblina is another Spanish word I learned during my time in South Texas. It refers to the lightest mist possible,

The coyotes understand that my body is speaking an ancient language, one they can almost understand. They circle by with

I first learned this as a Spanish word although the English is quite similar. It happened in a poem that