The Lightning Walnut Tree

I stand small, in the summer of my innocence, beneath the ancient and lumbering, struck walnut tree. The shimmery haze of a summer sun hypnotizes me, as I dream of a silver winged storm that must have struck a jagged, cavernous rip down through the black walnut tree, so many years ago. Lazily swaying on… Continue reading The Lightning Walnut Tree

Marrowbone Winter

Marrowbone town is as ancient and numinous as the memory is intimate with secrets… One will uncover many treasures and visions among the souls of townsfolk here. You will find them waiting for you among the thorned honey locust, the sun autumn dusted fields of bull thistle and vines, the river ferry whose secrets are… Continue reading Marrowbone Winter

~A Civil War letter from Isabel Rose Stuart to her Confederate Major General Jacob Stuart, December 1862~

  My Beloved Jacob, I remember looking through the twilight mist, as your wool coat, like great dark wings, moved slowly as you turned to see if I was watching. I was. My darling, that autumn eve in the Year of our Lord, 1861, forever changed me. The cold ache in my heart made me… Continue reading ~A Civil War letter from Isabel Rose Stuart to her Confederate Major General Jacob Stuart, December 1862~

A Haunting Tale ~ 1825 Tragedy of Jereboam Beauchamp, Anna Cooke and Col. Solomon Sharp

Jereboam Orville Beauchamp (September 6, 1802 – July 7, 1826) was an American lawyer who would be remembered in Kentucky history for murdering the Kentucky legislator, Col. Solomon Sharp. This crime and haunting tale is known as the Beauchamp-Sharp Tragedy. In 1821, Sharp had been accused in Bowling Green, Kentucky by the lovely Anna Cooke, of being the… Continue reading A Haunting Tale ~ 1825 Tragedy of Jereboam Beauchamp, Anna Cooke and Col. Solomon Sharp

The Autumn Hours~

The twilight’s mist slowly stirs as it encroaches upon the fields, like a multitude of spirits lost among the autumn hours. The hours where the shadows of late afternoon invade, lingering upon the light’s warmth and solace; as shadow dances with the light, setting a whirlwind of falling leaves aglow with color of scarlet and… Continue reading The Autumn Hours~

The Historic 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 the Battle of Frenchtown and died in the Massacre of the River Raisin. During the… Continue reading The Historic Anthony Woodson House and Farm during the Civil War in Munfordville, Hart County, Kentucky

The Watcher in the House of Mirrored Shadows

It happened in a dry, bone-dust August, in the year of our Lord 2020; that a secret was to be given in trust. This secret, upon receiving would come with a burdensome price. I will never forget that summer; it crept upon us like a veiled shadow on the perimeter of the sun’s last rays.… Continue reading The Watcher in the House of Mirrored Shadows

The Autumn Carnival

By Tommie Flannery Baskis © June 21, 2023 The outlying storm clouds were black as cinder; filled with a soft glow that throbbed light from time to time. The breeze felt electrified and frigid since the windstorm passed through. I walk the remote county lane past Jacob’s cornfields. The fields rustle gently as a breeze… Continue reading The Autumn Carnival

A Summer’s Moment ~

The Cicada buzz mounts to a vibratory fury and descends swift, as I watch the mist settle upon the summer fields. Bull thistle has gone to seed among the barn; white flurries dance, softly, upon the electric aether, before the approaching storm. I wander a lush and timeless countryside, where feathery mimosa trees blossom in their… Continue reading A Summer’s Moment ~

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… Continue reading A Child of the Shadows Dwells between Two Places; In the ‘Age of Man’ and ‘Beyond the Veil’