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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 Cemetery; where many children went to dreamin’, laughing and … Read More

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‘The Weight of Wings in a Dark Forest’

    ‘The Weight of Wings in a Dark Forest’ The Lady of dust and woods, creates thoughts in dreams, upon the weight of wings in a dark forest. Thoughts that shimmer and drape, silk white aether, on the cindered soil of forgotten leaf dust. She, the one they call when shadows no longer follow… Unfolds for a presence of primal sovereignty, grand and hallowed; … Read More ‘The Weight of Wings in a Dark Forest’

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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 do not come to bring peace, but a sword…” … Read More Angel Blue & Einar, in Iron Forest (I>) Town (e)

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‘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 Man I Love’ softly whispered from the back … Read More ‘Dancing in the Doorway, in Featherbed Hollow’

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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 swing by the river, I remember the pungent green … Read More The Lightning Walnut Tree

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Jupiter and Lucinda; and the Backbone of a Knucklehead Motorcycle

    My Father told me, – ” Desire is a mighty strong and strange force, my child; working its alchemical magic upon our child like, puppet souls.” I never knew where Jupiter came from that December, southern night, when I was walking that same old, red clay road that lead into Dusty Spirit Springs, mining town…my town. The power of some mighty aligning stars, must … Read More Jupiter and Lucinda; and the Backbone of a Knucklehead Motorcycle

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The Child always feels the Power of Presence and its Place among the Living, in our Time of Knowing.

As a child, that always ran towards the sun, I look for things that can never be found. I reach out to ones that have no answer- I see their smiling love, joyful laughter, like whispers in the wind… They are fleeting moments; in a locked time piece. I can hear the distant clock chime, a lonely moment signaling the time is near. It sits … Read More The Child always feels the Power of Presence and its Place among the Living, in our Time of Knowing.

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“The life that came before us, once was more, than a forgotten dream. It is from this place, that we have come forth.”

  I have always enjoyed finding ‘a lost story’ among the ruins of abandoned places. There is a mystery, a hidden tale to be unlocked from those things and people that have come before us. It is like a quiet force that calls to me; to discover what must be seen and understood. I have a unique perspective and purpose to shine a  light upon these things, places and … Read More “The life that came before us, once was more, than a forgotten dream. It is from this place, that we have come forth.”

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The Lightning Walnut Tree

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

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Each Artisan Crafted Scent has a Lovely Story Waiting to Unfold Upon the Skin of its Bearer

The story behind the creations of “Angel Blue Perfume” is a sweet and lyrical Tale… I am Tommie Flannery Baskis and I love to create a story, mood and memories with wild crafted and distilled oil, root, leaf, flower and spice essences to bring you truly distinctive, holistic and elegant scents that are the dreams of “Angel Blue Perfume” and its many fragrant note combinations. As a child I had a … Read More Each Artisan Crafted Scent has a Lovely Story Waiting to Unfold Upon the Skin of its Bearer

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Early Town, the Carnival Lady and An Attic of Secrets

  Early Town, the Carnival Lady and An Attic of Secrets The days set slow in Early Town where shadows arrange in mysterious shapes under hazy trees of late summer. I walk along a dry path; a dusting of cinnamon shimmer rises and settles in a traveling breeze across the field of milkweed and yarrow. The path I travel finds its place along Gum … Read More Early Town, the Carnival Lady and An Attic of Secrets

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Dreams from the Wood Porch

‘Dreams From the Wood Porch’   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 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 old porch with … Read More Dreams from the Wood Porch

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