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…

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…

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…

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…

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…

~Lady of the Woods~

Lady of the Woods Shimmering ashes and silvered cloth, draped long, flowing behind her, like a slow fog whispering over the forest path to adorn the lady of the woods. As the sun lies down before her, a glory of mist, in the heavens; to form the very breath of Angels of the winter land.…

The Anthony Woodson House and Farm during the Civil War in Munfordville, Hart County, Kentucky

The Anthony Woodson House and Farm during the Civil War in Munfordville, Hart County, Kentucky Hart County was founded in the year of 1819 from sections of Barren and Hardin Counties. Hart County was named for Captain Nathaniel G. S. Hart, a Kentucky militia officer. During the War of 1812 Captain Hart was wounded at…

~ Bone Dust August ~

It happened in a bone-dust, dry August, in the year of our Lord, 2020; that a secret was to be given in trust. A secret upon receiving that would come with a burdensome price. I will never forget this particular August; it crept upon us like a veiled shadow on the perimeter of the sun’s…

~ Children Running our Shadows Down, the Long Roads of Forever ~

I recall a time when we drove underneath a shiny moon, with fire in our souls. The men, Lucinda and me, Michaele Ruby were riding and sharing Christmas whiskey, in the backseat of Grandad’s beat up truck. The luminous elixir shook and shone, in moon lit glass, upon our cotton print dresses set in motion by the…

~For My Father, Michael~

My Father, Michael Douglas Flannery, I remember with great fondness and love. He was a quiet, strong and patient man who gave me a sense of security as a child. I admired his patience and passion for the things he loved to do and for the people he loved to share his time with. He was a quiet man…