Tag: flash fiction

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~ A TOWN AT NIGHT HAS ITS OWN SECRETS ~

      ~ A Town at Night has its own Secrets ~   ‘A town at night has its own secrets.’ An old woman whispered this into my child’s ear when I was I was growing.  I recall the late afternoon she came shuffling down the lane by our house in October, while my Daddy was chopping wood for the coming winter.  Dust just … Read More ~ A TOWN AT NIGHT HAS ITS OWN SECRETS ~

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Early Town, the Carnival Lady and an Attic of Secrets

Early Town, the Carnival Lady and an Attic of Secrets (c.) 2018 Duskflyer Vision Art & Productions, Tommie Flannery Baskis The days set slowly 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. … Read More Early Town, the Carnival Lady and an Attic of Secrets

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A Journey after the Storm, Mimosa by the Forest and the Broken Window House

  After the storm water drops, cool upon my hair, like tears from leaves, from the forest. A gentle symphony sounds… of falling drops cascading from different heights, cicada buzzing and a hidden owl, watching. The scent of rain, I will remember, like I remembered when I was a child… A fresh sweetness from the new damp, electrically charged, was exciting to me. The dark roots of trees … Read More A Journey after the Storm, Mimosa by the Forest and the Broken Window House

‘Lucinda Mae, Jupiter and a Pig Named Pearl in Dusty Spirit Springs’

  This special audio and visual recording is from a story of mine, a special place that I am speaking from memory and dreams. I am reading this as seen through Lucinda Mae’s eyes and thoughts…. Enjoy XO – Tommie   Copyright 2018  Duskflyer Vision Art & Productions

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(The moments that align) ‘Lucinda Mae, Jupiter and a Pig Named Pearl in Dusty Spirit Springs’

  The moments I speak of now are carved deep within the child I once was. The breath of my soul, fearless in the path of the great mystery, I stood proud, in the place of my time; in the place of my knowing… I am Lucinda Mae. I was born and raised in Dusty Spirit Springs; an old mining town encroached upon the … Read More (The moments that align) ‘Lucinda Mae, Jupiter and a Pig Named Pearl in Dusty Spirit Springs’

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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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Angel Blue and Einar in Marrowbone Town (in the beginning…)

    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 sheen fog, reach the eyes. One will find many treasures and visions among the souls of townsfolk here. You will find them waiting for you among … Read More Angel Blue and Einar in Marrowbone Town (in the beginning…)

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The Story and Passion Behind my Creative Works of Art, Books and Photography

“I have always been intrigued by the story and mystery intricately woven by those places and objects of abandonment. This I credit to my being an artist, it is in the creating of my new painting or photograph that this vision and story comes into manifestation. The story that has been left behind from abandoned places and things will never cease to exist. The story … Read More The Story and Passion Behind my Creative Works of Art, Books and Photography

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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

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