Otherworld Adventure

It is dark and cold and otherworldly deep in Goth World. With the help of multi-gifted Resa and her AGM’s , will Shey Goth return to the light and once again spread beauty throughout the Art Gown World?
Find out at the original … more beauty and wonderful music can be found there.

Art Gowns

Princess Blue Holly descended gracefully into Otherworld.

She was led by her Tangle-Heart. A moonless night was falling, as it watched over the defoliated magic trees.

Upon arrival, Blue Holly adopted the garb of the common peoples of Otherworld. She wandered tirelessly through a dark, eternal 3 a.m., searching for SheyGoth.

At first the song was far away, but PBH followed the music. AGM Shey was an incurable romantic. She was sure SheyGoth was behind the music.

As PBH drew near to SheyGoth, DracGoth intercepted.

“Princess Blue, I call you out! You are not in your league here. You have few powers to do anything. SheyGoth is here of her own free will. She can only leave of her own free will. We are Otherworld lovers.”

Blue Holly faced him dead on, albeit a tad cheeky.

“Was it the red hair that tipped you off? Look, I just want to…

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golden hare

Gretchen Del Rio's Art Blog

watercolor 4/2021

And forget not

that the Earth delights

to feel your bare feet

and the winds long

to play with your hair

…….Kahlil Gibran

When I was a child I had two pet rabbits. Their hutch was kept in the garage during the winter. One snowy morning I looked out a window in the front of our house and saw my miniature dachshund Hannah running down the street along side one of my rabbits holding onto one of his ears with her mouth. She had rescued the rabbit from the perils of escape we shortly found the second rabbit on a neighbor’s back porch stoop. Catastrophe averted. There were no leash laws nor animal permits many years ago. Also house and car doors were not locked. I was permitted from a very early age to spend the day alone in the woods. I wish that I could give…

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the Sad Cafe (V)

The room is stifling with

deflowered souls.

The sad cafe tends to its ghosts

but we are more than grateful to forget.

There are no secrets among these

desolate lovers disfigured by life.

We inhale circlets of smoke

that linger in the air and taste lips

dripping desire.

The night arches its back

to drunken angels so we dance

beneath stars that meet us halfway.

Andrew Atroshenko Knowing painting - Knowing print for sale

“Knowing” by Andrew Atroshenko

we had wings

Then , wisdom grew from fruit

We were winged and freedom

was etched on the soles of our feet

We knew nurturing green earth

and deep blue ocean fed skies

The pathways of earth and heaven

were known not charted

We stepped naked into the blazing sun

bared ourselves to golden rivers and

awesome tidal thunder

scattered like stardust

art by Wysocki

Holly’s Valentine Corn bread treats…Chicklet Valentine’s Day Party begins…

Clarence isn’t the first to need to lie down after enjoying my cooking. I hope I baked enough. Everyone says I did. ❤️

Rethinking Life

The guests have arrived and the Chicklet Valentine’s Day Party has officially begun.  Clarence was in charge of setting up Holly’s Corn bread treats for an after breakfast snack.  Unfortunately, Clarence decided to taste test the corn bread and couldn’t seem to control himself.

When interviewed for The Coop newspaper, he simply chirped, “It was just so delicious, what else could I have done?”   Everyone understood his dilemma and a meeting was held where a rule was passed, saying that no one could be in charge of food products alone.  At least two beings would have to be present for the set-up.

Everyone felt much better after that.  The good news is that Holly made enough corn bread for everyone, so no one will go without a slice, or two.

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Summer with Burroughs

Remember the summer

We were obsessed with

Burroughs.

Anything spontaneous

the clash of thunder

close enough to subdue

the mad-paced hours.

Anything inciting

like stroke lightning

the scent of combustion

ready to ignite.

Everything electric

that made us come alive,

Our hearts caught between

whale song and sigh

spontaneous downpour

intermittent silence

sporadic as a summer storm.

Leonid Afremov  “Rains Rustle”

She’s Not A Lady

Winter does not empathize
with withered branches or
displaced birds fleeing waves
of frozen breath
Her howling wind is a laugh out loud
and she hasn’t the grace to cover her mouth.
A tease of holly and evergreen flicker
at the curve of her billowed boughs
glistening folds and hallowed mounds
drift in other worldly sighs
ensnared by her exquisite binds.

Silence--by-Karol-Bak[1]

art by Karol Bak