Have a Happy Halloween!

The Banshee

Anna Devine, 

chieftainess of Ulster,

whose Banshee is 

associated with a hag,

was it she I heard?

No, it was not.

It was a lovely young

Galway lass

from far away Connacht. 

She screamed for Daniel Fawcett, 

the moment that he crossed it, 

The Great Divide,  

and into the beyond, 

a howling animal wail 

of pain, 

nothing sane, 

no song.

I thought somebody was being murdered

and went to look

into the forest. 

The maiden Banshee

who combs her long hair,

likely died a virgin

or in childbirth, 

like Anna Devine, 

before her time, 

a golden glitter in a dream

of mine. 

It was just before Daddy passed away. 

Uncle Albert was waiting

along with the glitter, 

Anna Devine?

Great-grandmother

of mine. 

The fox, 

the doe,

I should say

I wonder, though. 

You can keep your phones.

I have my Banshee

to call me home.

✨🍀✨

 

Selected Poems by Dana Lee at Barnes & Noble

Arthur's Early Halloween

  This sweet boy had a fangtastic Saturday between the pet shops. We started at PetSmart where we RSVP with our Girl, Michelle. She was busy, but had a fab treat bag waiting for Arthur. She remembered his name. MOMA was there too. All is forgiven. Perhaps he doesn't remember that I'm wicked. He was kind to Arthur. Then, we were early for Petco's Halloween contest. I got the Eeyore costume for $2 last year after Halloween. I realize only homemade costumes win contests. We were the first ones at Petco. We met Odin, the white skunk. Daddy always wanted to give me a pet skunk. He tried to skunknap a baby in Potter County that tried to STINK him. We also met Elvis Purrsley and Doggie Parton. I saved Doggie who got her wig caught on a rack. I knew we had no chance of winning with the competition. A kid with her guinea pig beat Arthur, can't knock that. We got an adorable picture, I can't believe how cute we are. Arthur also got some socks on sale at PetSmart and a clawsome Scooby Doo Mystery Machine van. He and Frankie got lots of free treats, although Frankie does not deserve them. Arthur's costume hides his bandages. Frankie fucked him all up being a mean brother. He is lucky I spent an early Halloween fortune on him as he was mean to Arthur who is bandaged. My Maleficent costume is here. I've already made a hundred dollars in tips last week with my ultimate uninvited ghost tour. 🍋 Sold out! Ask for Dana. 👻 TTYL... 

 

Lemonade

I wasn't invited. 

I won't cry,

that's not what I do;

I've been making lemonade 

since I was new. 

The deeper the cut, 

the bitterer the pill,

the more I spill.

It's sweeter still. 

Lemonade is a balm,

blissful calm. 

La La La La La

Lemonade works like a tonic,

supersonic.

Everything is what you make of it, 

mix it, turn it around. 

catalysts, portents, omens,

fate itself, might be found.

What an insult!

Oh, the sting!

Making lemonade is my thing. 

I'll rewrite that, 

funny shit, too,

lemonade is what I do. 

That was mean, 

that was hateful. 

I'll savor my long, sweet sip

and be grateful. 

The world can be cold,

but lemons are gold. 

Make life sweet. 

Upon you, 

lemons, by the heap. 

✨🍋🍋🍋✨

Selected Poems by Dana Lee

Immigrant Song

 

Pennsylvania Coyote

Vampa Paranormal Museum