The Cicada buzz mounts to a vibratory fury and descends swift, as I watch the mist settle upon the summer fields. Bull thistle has gone to seed among the barn; white flurries dance, softly, upon the electric aether, before the approaching storm. I wander a lush and timeless countryside, where feathery mimosa trees blossom in their… Continue reading A Summer’s Moment ~
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A Joyful Christmas and Blessings for the New Year
Merry Christmas to all of our Family and Friends, near and far! We wish you all the most Blessed of New Years to come! Sending love and good wishes~ Below is a favorite winter writing of mine from a few years ago that was published. Enjoy! ~ Children Running our Shadows Down, The Long Roads… Continue reading A Joyful Christmas and Blessings for the New Year
A Child of the Shadows Dwells between Two Places; In the ‘Age of Man’ and ‘Beyond the Veil’
This child is born, unto a time, where Angels cast their light upon the path that must be taken. During the winter solstice, snow drifts softly like cinders from the heavens; melting upon the songs of the Dark-eyed Junco and Nuthatch; that carry the secrets of the forest, upon their moonlit wings. This child of… Continue reading A Child of the Shadows Dwells between Two Places; In the ‘Age of Man’ and ‘Beyond the Veil’
We are like Secrets Unfolding unto the Light
She always collected flowers in the forest for her potions, in late afternoon~ Wild plants, with burning hues that glow in the dusty hollow, where the wingless live and have been silent for so long. I see the wild things fly around her like moths attracted to flame. I watched her from a hidden place… Continue reading We are like Secrets Unfolding unto the Light
The Lost Town in Marrowbone Forest
By ~ Tommie Flannery Baskis and Duskflyer Vison Art & Productions © October 2021 I remember our Marrowbone Town in the way a child sees enchantment in the familiar, as streams of smoke and light stir among the large Yellow Poplars and Locust trees in the moments of dusk. We would pass through the desolate,… Continue reading The Lost Town in Marrowbone Forest
The Dance in the Doorway in Feather Bed Hollow
11:11 PM, every night was known as the 137th moment. The entire town knew to offer up one special thought from something that had happened that day. We would focus upon the thought secretly, holding it with deep intention and blessing.
As we aged, all children became very skilled and powerful at being ‘Dream Seers’, for the good of all.
The Abandoned Story~ shining a light upon the lost story, abandoned places and rural haunts of small-town America
I truly want to share the kind words and praise from a dear friend Dr Patrick L Kelly Sr PhD, Owner and Senior Counselor at SonRise Christian Counseling for my published book ‘The Abandoned Story’. I have been incredibly busy working on the next volumes to be published on the history of Kentucky. Receiving kind… Continue reading The Abandoned Story~ shining a light upon the lost story, abandoned places and rural haunts of small-town America
My Story Lives, in Iron Forest Town; a Deep-Rooted Town, of Old Trees and Older Ways.
My Story Lives, in Iron Forest Town; a Deep-Rooted Town, of Old Trees and Older Ways. One dusty, long ribbon of a road was the only way that leads to Iron Forest. It was a place where kindred and townsfolk alike knew how to weave a story; knew how to keep secrets hidden. A place where the days… Continue reading My Story Lives, in Iron Forest Town; a Deep-Rooted Town, of Old Trees and Older Ways.
Bone Dust August
“I will never forget this particular August; it crept upon us like a veiled shadow on the perimeter of the sun’s last rays. The summer felt toilsome and arcane. It is as if I had been holding my breath, silently; afraid I would not hear the story that was written for me. It seemed like… Continue reading Bone Dust August
The Watcher in Winter ~
I can feel his power as a Watcher, all those hours in time, to reach beyond the looking glass; to find me…to move me; beyond my dreams. He speaks to me; his voice resonating like waves upon a mighty storm at sea. “My name resides in a place before your time was set. I am… Continue reading The Watcher in Winter ~