Showing posts with label Faery. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Faery. Show all posts

Monday, June 8, 2026

Selected Poems at Barnes & Noble



Selected Poems contains "The Apple Orchard" and more watercolors than the past paperback. Looks like Barnes & Noble has a ten book limit, so The Three Witches Magic Shoppe Adventures in Doll Land, Dana's Dreams, The Taties, & Hoagie will be published elsewhere, perhaps Kobo & Apple Books. The same goes for paperbacks and eBooks. In the meantime, these ten hardcovers & fab paper doll books are now available at Barnes & Noble: 

The Art of Dana Lee
Selected Poems by Dana Lee
Ghost Stories by Dana Lee
Minie' Ball
Dana's Dolls
Fun with DARK SHADOWS
Fanging with Claude
DOC
Hot Blood
Fabulous Fellini Paper Dolls




 

Wednesday, February 18, 2026

Dreams: 2/18

 2/18

  The new moon meant massive dreaming for me! First, a horror: I was lying on the couch, here, watching television. An adorable tiny white lion cub, complete with a mane, jumped up on the couch with me. Then, his father, who was also white, strutted into the room followed by a white bull African elephant who gored the father and child. I cried over the bloodied cub. 


  Then Ron and I moved into an enormous apartment building. I had to go shopping but didn’t know where my car was parked. Ron told me that it was on the third or fifth floor of the attached parking garage. I told him about the dream with the elephant and lions. I went to the fifth floor first; there were concrete steps. There were loads of people that I had to climb over including a teenage white girl with sandy hair who was wrapped up in a handmade afghan, reading. I could not find my car and wandered over to an old-fashioned elevator decked out in red Persian rugs. I decided not to use it and went to the fifth floor. There was a room with a small court in session that I did not disturb. I passed an old organ against the wall. In a lobby was a display of gorgeous flowering aquatic plants in a large tank of sparkling water. I took a yellow pamphlet concerning them. A small girl carrying a Wendy Lawton doll in a box stopped and asked about Frankie. She said that she had a friend in Whitaker who had told her all about him and that she was from Pittsburgh. Just then a huge black and white bob tailed cat, big as a sheepdog, jumped up and gave her a warm hug. A blonde woman came out from her apartment talking about the cat. She was wearing turquoise silk Chinese capri pants with a flouncy blouse. I followed her into her apartment. It was very messy, dirty. She stood in front of a full-length mirror and applied blue gel beneath her eyes, really rubbing it in. Suddenly her face looked like a dinosaur with stripes of yellow and green colors across her nose. I told her that I liked her pants, and she said something about everybody doing tai-chi. I left her apartment and could hear the song “Me and the Devil” playing over a speaker. I went outside down a few cement steps and into the mud where there were three little dogs; one of them was called Arthur. There was an older woman out there talking about all of the dead Indians. I went back up to our large empty apartment that was painted all white and in need of a paint job. I told Ron that the place was a dump and that I couldn’t find my car.


Dana's Dreams


Dana's Dreams Two


Revenge of the Dream Hog





Wednesday, October 22, 2025

Sale: Dark Shadows Originals, The Vampire Lestat, Gatsby Jewels, & More...

  I am getting close to finishing my Christmas shopping, have two upcoming doll shows, and need a new computer so lots of originals and my personal collection are on sale on Ebay for a limited time. I am working on Hot Blood. I grew fifty gourds this year. TTYL... 🍂🍁🍂

Shop the Sales on Ebay




 











Saturday, October 18, 2025

From Hot Blood

  Two

  His cassock was gone, nowhere to be found. His eyes looked wild and confused as he rose from the ground. I ran towards him. “Norton! What in God’s name?” I bent down, took his hand, and helped him up. He stumbled as if he was drunk. I didn’t smell any wine on him. He smelled terrible like a cave. “What happened? Where have you been? Abbot de Brinkeley is worried about you. We feared the worst.” We had come to expect the worst. It was easier. My father had said, “Hope in one hand, shit in the other. See which one fills up faster.” That was how it was, or how it had been for years now. 

  He rubbed his throat but did not speak. I turned him around on the path and started out of the woods. I thought I had. I thought I had only come off the footpath into the trees a bit before seeing the girl. Where were we? My breakfast rolled over. I removed a handkerchief from my pocket and mopped my worried forehead that was breaking out into a cold sweat. “Can you walk?” I let him go. “Where are we?” I felt dizzy and lightheaded as if my blood pressure had suddenly risen and dropped. 

  Just then a May Day parade broke through wearing animal masks, all whistles and bells. I stepped back, putting my hand against Norton’s chest, holding him back, off the deer path. There were foxes, owls, badgers, and boars. They picked up their feet and held out their hands. Their tambourines were strung with colored ribbons that they shook and patted against their hands and hips. I followed at a distance hoping they’d lead us from the woods, but they seemed to go on for miles deeper into the forest. I became tired and thirsty. Norton dropped to the ground and stared up at me like a child. I would’ve panicked if I wasn’t exhausted. I dropped down beside him and fell asleep for a long while. 

  I dreamed of the girl. She ran from me on and on through the forest and the trees. It was getting darker, and she laughed like a bird before disappearing into a mossy chasm hidden in the rocks. 

  I was woken by somebody shaking my shoulder. “Brother Francis, get up.” It was Brother Luke and Vigilius, two of the youngest brothers in their late twenties. Brother Norton was already standing beside them. I rose and downed a good bit of wine that Vigilius handed me in a skin. “We got lost.”

  “I see that. How?”

  “I don’t know.” I rubbed my head. “I didn’t think that I had come far into the woods. Then I made the mistake of following the mummers. They got us lost.”

  “Hmm…” The two of them took us back to the abbey. It was late afternoon by the time we got there.  




Tuesday, September 9, 2025

From Starve Acre


   "It seemed to Richard sometimes that Juliette had actually brought twins into the world: Ewan and Guilt. The latter had always been the stronger of the two. It fed more, weighed more, demanded more of their attention. When it had outlived Ewan, it had grown larger still."

"It seemed that he'd only come into the world to take their love and fill them with sorrow." 


Andrew Michael Hurley


  Funny, my book is from the Lancashire library. That's not only where the author is from, but my beloved late friend had sent me a copy of The Lancashire Witches from the museum that I could not put down. I really have to try for a nap and a dream. I'm back to that every three days thrice as much gig. Arthur and Frankie both sleep twice as much as I. TTYL... ✨


 


Saturday, August 30, 2025

Dana's Dreams Three Revenge of the Dream Hog


   Available as an ebook, soon to be released in all formats, Dana's Dreams Three Revenge of the Dream Hog is the third installment of my vivid dreaming. I found a dream journal that goes back to 2000 that is included in the back as well as photographs of my dream scrawl scribbled in the dark. 

Read Dana's Dreams Three on kindle

Friday, August 29, 2025

DARK SHADOWS & TAROT SALE

 Coupon code: SUMMER25


Pennsylvania Coyote