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

Excited to Announce, My Published Book, ‘The Abandoned Story’ Volumes I & II, are now available on Apple iBooks, Kindle and Blurb

The Abandoned Story, A Written and Pictorial Journey of Abandoned Places, Rural Haunts and Small Towns of Indiana by Tommie Flannery Baskis | Blurb Books The Abandoned Story | Blurb Books Blurb ebook: The Abandoned Story by Tommie Flannery Baskis The Links above are for the purchase and preview, of my E-Book and Hard-Copy, Coffee… Continue reading Excited to Announce, My Published Book, ‘The Abandoned Story’ Volumes I & II, are now available on Apple iBooks, Kindle and Blurb

~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;… Continue reading ~Children Running our Shadows Down, the Long Roads of Forever~

~Children of the Shadows~

~ 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 falls soft, melting upon the songs of the Dark-eyed Junco… Continue reading ~Children of the Shadows~

~ 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… Continue reading ~ A TOWN AT NIGHT HAS ITS OWN SECRETS ~

~The Secret Place ~

  The Secret Place ~ In the long days and moments of her dream wandering, she will discover the Secret Place. She moves through the forest, as a child that knows its path. She sees eternal sun, hears the melody of rustling dead leaves and the bloom of life, dancing to cicada’s electric hum. Her eyes reflect what she has… Continue reading ~The Secret Place ~

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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… Continue reading Untitled

‘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… Continue reading ‘The Weight of Wings in a Dark Forest’

Summer Memory at Dripping Springs, Featured on Rutger Hauer’s – Soap Box Poets

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,… Continue reading Summer Memory at Dripping Springs, Featured on Rutger Hauer’s – Soap Box Poets

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