Month: October 2017

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Fluff, is the magical ‘Stuff’ I find left behind on my ‘Abandoned House Journeys’

Tommie Flannery Baskis, photographing her abandoned houses and rural haunts on her journeys for the book ‘The Abandoned Story’

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Halloween Eve and the Celtic Festival of Samhain

    Halloween Eve, of which is also known to many as “All Hallows Evening” and “All Saints’ Eve” is celebrated by many countries on October 31st. The three day observance includes remembering our dear departed loved ones, saints and martyrs by placing candles on the graves of the dead. The Halloween traditions of gathering with loved ones and friends, eating delicious foods and candies, … Read More Halloween Eve and the Celtic Festival of Samhain

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Slippin’ Creek is Just a Stones Throw

Slippin’ Creek is Just a Stones Throw October-2016 I’m my Mother’s shiny girl child when she left me here. I’m the seed of love from my Father, distant watcher, proud of my growing. My Grandmother spoke to me on the last hour of her death bed; “Child don’t take money for things undone and things that should not be done.” Boy, don’t you know … Read More Slippin’ Creek is Just a Stones Throw

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‘Dreams From the Wood Porch’

Dreams From the Wood Porch December 30, 2014 A stirring of rust colored leaves rise ethereal with clay dust, as the girl child dances under the hazy sun of the afternoon heat. Not yet an angel, gold dipped in sin and prayer; her tinkling laughter is matched by the cicada drone that beats with hypnotic fervor. He rocks back and forth ceremoniously on the … Read More ‘Dreams From the Wood Porch’

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Sugar Dust House

Sugar Dust House The Licorice limbed, trees are the first greeters upon our ascent, to Sugar Dust House. Rustling leaves make a sound, as if slowly drawing breath and releasing onto the cool ether. They lie like damp nutmeg parchment, underneath our heedful stepping. The antiquated brick house With its windows that have gone into the dark; That looks upon us. Mottled and white, … Read More Sugar Dust House

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The Dark Attic

The Dark Attic   The dark attic, the bearer of stillness…. The frost glazed, glass window hung high, etched by days of ice and wind… My windows are a looking mirror, into the seasons of the past. A summer storm, finds my love and I on cool board and quilt of down…a secret place. Autumn sunshine reaches long on cinnamon dust rays; exposing web … Read More The Dark Attic

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Autumn Fog, Midway, KY and Woodford County, KY

  ‘Autumn fog wraps a field like spirits moving low above the reeds; where chilled air, rings birdsong on tendrils of suns first light’   Midway, KY is quaint as it is picturesque, with its rolling horse fields, tobacco barns, old stone walls that decorate the country roads for miles and the historic homes and buildings strewn about its countryside. It seems to be a place from an old … Read More Autumn Fog, Midway, KY and Woodford County, KY

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Autumn Fog, Historic Midway, KY 2017

    ‘Autumn fog wraps a field like spirits moving low above the reeds; where chilled air rings birdsong on tendrils of suns first light’   Midway, KY, established in January of 1835,  is a historic, gorgeous quaint town nestled in Woodford County, KY. This town is famous for its thoroughbred race horse breeding operations, tobacco farms, historic stone walls and Distilling Company which continued … Read More Autumn Fog, Historic Midway, KY 2017

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My poem- Summer Memory at Dripping Springs, is featured on Rutger Hauer’s Soap Box Poets!

  http://www.rutgerhauer.org/poets/0421.php The link above and my poem below, has been featured on Rutger Hauer’s website page ‘Soap Box Poets’ ! Thank you so much Rutger Hauer for putting on another poem of mine to your already, fine collection of poets ! Folks, make sure to check out Rutger Hauer’s website – http://www.rutgerhauer.org/index.php    –   to see the fine work and perhaps, make a donation, … Read More My poem- Summer Memory at Dripping Springs, is featured on Rutger Hauer’s Soap Box Poets!

Autumns New Fire

Autumns New Fire   Autumn, …whirls in like a strange angel Its touching is sacred and cold. All gloriously bathed in  frostweed down, purple ironweed and goldenrod; Burning hues that glow in the dusty hollow where the wingless live and have been silent. A seasoned, ash winter will relinquish and venerate to a winged spirit of the freshly awakened birth-   Tommie Flannery Baskis- Writings by Duskflyer Vision-2016 … Read More Autumns New Fire

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The Lightning Walnut Tree

  The Lightning Walnut Tree September 23, I stand small, in the summer of my innocence, beneath the ancient struck walnut tree. The shimmery haze of thick Summer sun hypnotizes me, as I dream of a silver winged storm that struck a jagged rip down through the black walnut tree above me. Moving on the lazy porch swing by the river, I remember the … Read More The Lightning Walnut Tree