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…

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,…

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’ ~

~ A Child of the Shadows Dwells between Two Places; in the ‘Age of Man’ and ‘Beyond the Veil’ ~

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

I recall a time that we drove underneath a winter moon, with fire in our souls;  Lucinda, the Men and me, Michaele Ruby, 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 wind;…

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Summer Memory at Dripping Springs © by Tommie Flannery Baskis Late summer days linger in hazy dreams before the door of autumn. I find in Dripping Springs an old forgotten rose bush by the white clapboard home, abandoned many, many summers ago. The rotten bird house still clings to a post at the old, Pickett…

Angel Blue & Einar, in Iron Forest (I>) Town (e)

  Matthew 10:26 “So do not be afraid of them, for there is nothing concealed that will not be disclosed. or hidden that will not be made known… What I tell you in the dark, speak in the daylight…” Matthew 10:34 “Do not suppose that I have come to bring peace to the earth. I…

‘Dancing in the Doorway, in Featherbed Hollow’

I can still hear the deep throaty sound of the cam on his Granddaddy’s flathead V8 truck, as he ripped through the dusty roads of Featherbed Hollow; one of the roads that led to me, that steamy summer. I stood in the doorway, moving my hips slowly to the electric hum of cicada, while Billie Holiday’s…

The Lightning Walnut Tree

  The Lightning Walnut Tree I stand small, in the summer of my innocence, beneath the ancient, lumbering, struck walnut tree. The shimmery haze of Summer sun, hypnotizes me;  as I dream of a silver winged storm that struck a jagged, cavernous rip, down the black walnut tree above me. Moving on the lazy porch…

Marrowbone Town is as Ancient and Orphic as the Memory is Intimate with Secrets…

  Marrowbone town is as ancient and orphic as the memory is intimate with secrets. Light is the same at Marrowbone in the morning as it is at dusk, when the sun and star shine, upon silver fog, reach the eyes. One will find many treasures and visions among the souls of townsfolk here. You…