Tag: Old Americana

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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

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A Vision into 1800’s Barren County, KY and Abandoned Places

It has been stated that Barren County, KY has the most fertile land in the state.  It is easy to understand this ” old statement” when exploring the Big Barren River, undulating creeks, the old ancient trees lumbering over country lanes  and  the soft rolling hillsides of this area of Kentucky.  I often wonder as I explore these places of abandonment, of the people that once … Read More A Vision into 1800’s Barren County, KY and Abandoned Places

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Fluff, is the magical ‘Stuff’ I find left behind on my ‘Abandoned House Journeys’

Tommie Flannery Baskis, photographing her abandoned houses and rural haunts on her journeys for the book ‘The Abandoned Story’

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‘Dreams From the Wood Porch’

Dreams From the Wood Porch December 30, 2014 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 an 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 … Read More ‘Dreams From the Wood Porch’

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Sugar Dust House

Sugar Dust House The Licorice limbed, trees are the first greeters upon our ascent, to Sugar Dust House. Rustling leaves make a sound, as if slowly drawing breath and releasing onto the cool ether. They lie like damp nutmeg parchment, underneath our heedful stepping. The antiquated brick house With its windows that have gone into the dark; That looks upon us. Mottled and white, … Read More Sugar Dust House

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The Dark Attic

The Dark Attic   The dark attic, the bearer of stillness…. The frost glazed, glass window hung high, etched by days of ice and wind… My windows are a looking mirror, into the seasons of the past. A summer storm, finds my love and I on cool board and quilt of down…a secret place. Autumn sunshine reaches long on cinnamon dust rays; exposing web … Read More The Dark Attic

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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!