Featured Artist: Audrey Moriarty

By Ty Nagvajara

Audrey Moriarty, a junior, is one of Harriton’s most creative and expressive students. Whether it’s her exceptional, eccentric style, her creative writing skills, or her stunning photography, Moriarty’s love for art is evident in all aspects of her life. Besides art, Moriarty has a strong interest for community service and environmental advocacy, as can be seen in her involvement in WIA (Witness Inspire Act) Club and BuildOn. 

1. What’s your favorite song at the moment?

“Visions” by Loving

2. What are some of your influences?

Rap music, my life, and my emotions. 

3. What’s one art style that you think is underrated?

I like poetry because it comes naturally to me, and I use it as a way to tell stories and explain my emotions. I think it gets a bad rap (pun intended) because people think it always has to be super dramatic and structured when it actually is anything you want it to be. 

4. What’s your favorite after-school snack?

McDonald’s french fries with hot mustard

5. What’s your favorite medium?

I like pen and paper because it’s very accessible and it fits the style of all of my sketches. 

6. What’s the best ice cream?

Vegan ice cream, of course.

7. If you could be anything/anyone, who would you be?

Bill Gates

8. What’s your spirit animal?

Bill Gates. I think he is one of the few people in the world that has the money to do good and is actually doing it.

The SuperMart Special

Her heels were high with their pointy toes, 

Flashy red lips and golden tipped nose,

Fake eyelashes bat while her cheekbones glow, 

Shelly is pretty I like girls like those. 

I hadn’t seen a looker quite like that in awhile,

Her hips were delightful, wide as a mile, 

With a slight tender wave and the flash of her smile, 

Being flirtatious was apart of her style. 

Every work week sometimes two or three times, 

I’d see her pull up to the handicapped sign, 

That spot was closer and the cops didn’t mind, 

She agreed she was always too gorgeous for fines. 

Dropped her Louis in the shopping cart, 

Walked through the doors into the SuperMart,

And went searching for ingredients, 

To “The Perfect Southern Apple Tart”.

I stay behind the counter when she's in the dairy aisle, 

The milk is on the bottom shelf, 

Shelly checks the price meanwhile, 

Bent over at the perfect angle for me to envision, 

The type of meal I’d be having sitting in her kitchen. 

I was watching Shelly’s blond locks swing, 

Just when I heard her cell phone ring, 

“Hey baby how’s my handsome king”,

“can’t wait to see your face tonight”,

“bought a two and it fits extra tight” .

It was hard not to stare, 

But she wasn’t aware, 

Of the love that I knew her and I could soon share,

Who is this man? He wouldn’t dare!

She could never betray me,

Or have an affair! 

The timing was perfect,

for me to confess, 

How with her in my life I truly felt blessed, 

My constant thoughts of her body undressed,

Was beginning to make me insanely obsessed. 

The only thing to do right now, 

Is get on my knees, 

and ask for her vows, 

God forbid she told me no, 

I really don’t think I can let this one go. 

It was an unusual time for Shelly to be shopping, 

Employees headed out, 

while the sun finished dropping,

I had to lock up soon, 

but we were finally alone, 

I was her cashier, 

she was still on the phone. 

With bags in her arms she walked out the store, 

I closely followed, 

Slipping out the back door, 

When she popped the trunk 

I snuck over to greet her,

But she screamed for some reason, 

So I pulled out my cleaver. 

“Listen little Shelly I like the texture of you legs”,

“Please don’t scream now, I thought you would beg”,

“For me to take you out, on a hot date or two”,

“Let me call you baby, baby I’m just taking in the view”.

She kicked me in the groin, 

So I cut her with my knife, 

“You shouldn’t treat me that way when I make you my wife”, 

She was really screeching now so I had no other choice,

I had to stop the sirens,

I was alarmed by her voice. 

I had very little experience working in deli section, 

But that didn’t impede on my cutting edge connection, 

and my blade went through her neck,

With almost no deflection,

The color drained quickly from her god given complexion. 

I drove her Benz into the lake, 

then put her with the steak, 

Upright in a box, 

sits my frozen angel snowflake. 

I come to visit often, 

And we like to spend time. 

With me whispering to Shelly, 

some nursery rhymes,

“Rockabye baby I know you are asleep”

“In your icey eternity I hope you count sheep” 

I pet her fingers purple, 

I’ve been developing a cough, 

And her flesh is all frostbitten, 

where her head had been cut off.

I love my dead wife Shelly, 

And I thought I’d never say,

I fell in love with someone else,

Just the other day,

She deserves a loyal man,

But her skin is green and grey,  

And this one smells like daffodils, 

So I look the other way. 

I need to say goodbye, 

To my darling bride soon,

And put her down to rest, 

But in brutal the heat of june,

I’m afraid the scent of baking flesh, 

Is one pungent perfume,

And I’ve never set foot inside, 

an interrogation room. 

My new station’s in the bakery 

I don’t talk to Shelly much, 

This job is fun I like it more, 

Folding pastries and such. 

Then it dawned on me while I was sweeping up some dust, 

How good some meat would taste in a buttered flaky crust,   

I practiced mincing pork and layered perfect lattice sections, 

I cut the strips yellow of dough,

And crossed them over both directions. 

Once I got a little better making minced meat pies, 

And selling them like hotcakes, 

That all the shoppers flocked to buy,

I mastered a new type of filling, 

The box contained a lie, 

It wasn’t really pork at all, 

But shelly’s thawed out thighs.