Showing posts with label Minie Ball. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Minie Ball. Show all posts

Thursday, February 27, 2025

Minie' Ball Catch All


    Years ago I took all of my Civil War themed writings: poetry, short stories, a novella, and a novel and converted them into my series of five comic books, Minie’ Ball, that are now available bundled in hardback, paperback, and e-book on Amazon. Audio books can be found on YouTube:

https://www.youtube.com/channel/UC3urQOYEHtR22T6dk6upPHw

Dana Lee’s channel.  The poems can be found in Selected Poems by Dana Lee, but although typed and saved to floppy disc, the short stories, Ghost on the Highway, and A Dark Peace have remained unpublished until now. 


It's going to take a while, but I've been lazy and listless through this cold winter. It would be great if I had it done by the April Gettysburg trip. Doubtful, but you never know with me. I don't know what the cover art will be. The cover of Minie' Ball #5, perhaps, or this, inspired by my favorite Civil War literature, Diary from Dixie, by Mary Chesnut, maybe... The original is available on Ebay.

Get the Original (Good By)


Wednesday, February 12, 2025

Minou with Rena


   Purple Witch got me Rena for Christmas, and Ron got me Minou, the Corsican Himstedt, several years ago when Shiner broke his hip. She was one of the first Himstedts, besides Tara, the German girl that was my first, that I ever saw back in Bethel Park at Bear Trax next to BORDERS. That was a fun place where I also got a big handmade Raggedy Ann, who was always Mummy's favorite Raggedy. Rena's is spelled Raggady, and she is from the same time, over twenty-five years ago. The handmade dress was made for Himmies and came along with another. The booties are Ron's mother's christening booties, kid leather, and over a hundred. I just got my valentines for Ron and Frankie together. Frankie got a cute new caterpillar as he loves Shiner's old dollar store one that he rips up and drowns in his water bowl. This one is a lot furrier and valentine themed, pink and purple. I'm watching something dumb, an 1895 mystery on free Hallmark channel. Haunted Wedding, on the otherhand, was adorable. I've noticed the same fake Tiffany lamp in three different Hallmark channel movies now. I'm painting the cover of Dana's Dreams Two, it is from a dream. I'm also getting together my gifts for The Farnsworth House, Minie' Ball stuff and Captivating Tarot, as well as an original I did of Elizabeth Thorn long ago. TTYL... Happy Valentine's Day! 💕💘💕

Saturday, February 8, 2025

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Friday, June 21, 2024

Minie' Ball


 Now available as an ebook, soon to be released in other formats, all five of my Minie' Ball comics. These are based on my poetry, short stories, and novels concerning The Civil War. They haven't been available for years, but now you can read them all:

Minie' Ball ebook

Friday, January 26, 2024

Dreams 1/25


 First dreamt that Mummy and Daddy took me to a fair. They were still setting up when we got there, so there wasn't a lot going on at first. There were some Native Americans, rocks, and crystals. It was around dusk and pretty dusty. I'd found a big tabular twin crystal specimen beneath a pink and white shawl at the bottom of a big wooden crate. The place was really starting to fill up now. Since I didn't see much that interested me I left my parents and went back to find the crystal. I was digging through the crate looking for the crystal when the proprietor of the spot came upon me. He was older with gray hair, a white tee shirt, tan pants, and greasy. He grabbed hold of me and wouldn't let go, trying to feel me up, smiling all the while. I was squirming and screaming for help from the old pervert when I woke myself. Then, I fell back into the same dream. Now, I was beyond the dirty old creep, looking for my parents. I thought I was moving towards the front: the hills and the parking lot where we came in. It was really crowded now with sheets separating the different stalls full of rocks and native artifacts from what I can remember. A simple looking blonde fellow caught up with me from behind and gave me three big crystals. He said, "just for being free", but they were heavy, and I told him they would only drag me down. I was already carrying a tapestry tote. The one crystal was nearly big as a basket ball, and the others were about the size of apples. As I looked at them I noticed they all had etchings, so they looked like houses with windows and doors. A painted, feathered native, scantily clad, ran past me. I still couldn't find my parents when I woke and went into the second dream. 

The second dream took place in the forties it seems by the clothing and surroundings. I was working in a grocery store with a younger man in his twenties, the owner's son. We had left the one store and gone to another, his, I think. I remember leaving the store and seeing stuffed animals, an elephant, and a giraffe, maybe, outside the entrance: the last two free gifts for donating to some cause, remaining on a small table covered in a white cloth. The elephant was a wooly charcoal color, and I wanted him. We went into yet another store and there were tables of books at the front like you'd see at a book fair or library sale. The one slim paperback had a black and white picture of a Confederate on the front. I picked it up and told the boy he'd like it. Then, he made a pass at me. I told him I loved him, and he might love me like a mother because I was much too old for him. He was angry, machismo came to mind. Told him it wasn't new: was asked to the prom twice, student teaching, and propositioned many a times while teaching: only one, who had written a note, was still salty with me when I told him I was never desperate enough to go for students. Two, stalked me for twenty years when I finally had to get nasty with them. I was getting bored with him and woke. 

Saturday, January 6, 2024

From The Black Death

   "usury and all commercial ventures were suspect because they assumed control over the future, a mortgage of time which was reserved...