Tag: writings from Tommie Flannery Baskis
“The watcher knows the mystery in the living, dances close to what we promised to not remember…” The vision will be dreamed through the season of knowing… The vision will be passed on to you and me… Tommie, I> I= Old Grandpier Primitive Baptist Church It was a very old Baptist Church, settled on the outcrop of encroaching forest. Old stones crumbled, dusty … Read More Old Grandpier Primitive Baptist Church
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)
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
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 … Read More 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, 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.
Excited to Announce that I have a Published Story in ‘Traces’ Fall Edition Volume 46. The Story is about ‘A Connected Tale of the Mystery of School House 109, the Coles from Barren County, KY and the Black Horse Tavern Inn, Midway, KY…”
I am super excited to have my article published in the 2018 Fall Edition of ‘Traces’ Publication from the Barren County Historical Society I have always loved shining a light upon the stories and things from our past. I have driven and walked many a mile through the back country of Mid-west America and her lovely countryside, to document abandoned places, rural haunts and old … Read More Excited to Announce that I have a Published Story in ‘Traces’ Fall Edition Volume 46. The Story is about ‘A Connected Tale of the Mystery of School House 109, the Coles from Barren County, KY and the Black Horse Tavern Inn, Midway, KY…”
“Mining, it was a career that garnered much respect, much wealth came from the earth, and sometimes much wealth was given back, in a man’s life.” — Tommie Flannery Baskis The quaint and historic village of ‘Old Shawneetown’ is located in Gallatin County, Illinois. The census of 2010 listed around 5,589 as the population of people living in the county. The 2010 … Read More Old Shawneetown, Illinois, Historic Gallatin & Saline County Early Coal Mining
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