http://www.audreyknight.com audreyknight Tue, 17 Apr 2012 01:44:19 +0000 http://www.audreyknight.com en http://audreyknight.com/CD-Artwork-1 http://audreyknight.com/following/audreyknight.com/CD-Artwork-1 Tue, 17 Apr 2012 01:44:19 +0000 audreyknight 3218972 <img src="http://payload45.cargocollective.com/1/3/126330/3218972/cd_abstract.jpg" width="420" height="800" width_o="420" height_o="800" src_o="http://payload45.cargocollective.com/1/3/126330/3218972/cd_abstract_o.jpg" data-mid="16485859" border="0" align="left"/> CD Design and Artwork for band, "Casual You" http://audreyknight.com/CD-Artwork http://audreyknight.com/following/audreyknight.com/CD-Artwork Tue, 17 Apr 2012 01:42:22 +0000 audreyknight 3218953 <img src="http://payload45.cargocollective.com/1/3/126330/3218953/cd_piano.jpg" width="618" height="800" width_o="618" height_o="800" src_o="http://payload45.cargocollective.com/1/3/126330/3218953/cd_piano_o.jpg" data-mid="16485806" border="0" align="left"/> CD Design and Artwork for band, "Casual You" http://audreyknight.com/shorts http://audreyknight.com/following/audreyknight.com/shorts Thu, 12 Apr 2012 18:12:39 +0000 audreyknight 3192259 At Billy's Graveside Allen quietly expressed his sullen resentment towards his wife for her insistence that they visit the grave every Thursday. Usually this meant Allen's refusal to join his wife during the final twenty paces leading to the two-thousand dollar marble headstone. He often argued with her, that an annual vigil would adequately placate any lingering ghosts. "It was only a dog, for Fuck's sake!" Allen cursed that Thursday, eight years before, when he forgot to close the garden gate before leaving for work. <img src="http://payload44.cargocollective.com/1/3/126330/3192259/billy.jpg" width="400" height="299" width_o="400" height_o="299" src_o="http://payload44.cargocollective.com/1/3/126330/3192259/billy_o.jpg" data-mid="16338084" border="0" align="left"/> Behind the Ferns Susie had poorly chosen the secluded bench hidden behind the primordial ferns to be alone with her thoughts before heading off to college. She didn't notice Stephan approach until he boldly intruded, spilling a noisome perfume of Polo, Miller Genuine Draft, stale Marlboro and poisonous desperation onto her naive solitude.<img src="http://payload44.cargocollective.com/1/3/126330/3192259/ferns.jpg" width="300" height="293" width_o="300" height_o="293" src_o="http://payload44.cargocollective.com/1/3/126330/3192259/ferns_o.jpg" data-mid="16338085" border="0" align="left"/> 6:42 am Gregory and Alfonso sometimes felt they were the only people in the world. Alfonso enjoyed the thought and often pushed his friend with seemingly innocuous questions of morality during hypotheticals about sexuality in a world suddenly missing it's female population. Gregory understood what his friend was getting at, but feigning ignorance is easier than finding another friend with a sixty-five foot yacht.<img src="http://payload44.cargocollective.com/1/3/126330/3192259/gregory.jpg" width="300" height="251" width_o="300" height_o="251" src_o="http://payload44.cargocollective.com/1/3/126330/3192259/gregory_o.jpg" data-mid="16338295" border="0" align="left"/> http://audreyknight.com/The-Pachyderm-and-the-Princess http://audreyknight.com/following/audreyknight.com/The-Pachyderm-and-the-Princess Thu, 12 Apr 2012 15:45:26 +0000 audreyknight 1678898 <img src="http://payload.cargocollective.com/1/3/126330/1678898/pachydermprincesssmall.jpg" width="670" height="1035" width_o="792" height_o="1224" src_o="http://payload.cargocollective.com/1/3/126330/1678898/pachydermprincesssmall_o.jpg" data-mid="8239658" border="0" align="left"/> Taking pity on the captured beast, the princess climbed atop her leathery stepfather and the two escaped into the night. She had failed to inform the elephant of her plans involving a load of explosives and the moon, but she had assumed it would be fine since all understanding between she and her silent king had been based upon her assumptions. http://audreyknight.com/Palingenesis http://audreyknight.com/following/audreyknight.com/Palingenesis Wed, 11 Apr 2012 22:27:39 +0000 audreyknight 3186533 <img src="http://payload44.cargocollective.com/1/3/126330/3186533/hare.jpg" width="670" height="960" width_o="1000" height_o="1433" src_o="http://payload44.cargocollective.com/1/3/126330/3186533/hare_o.jpg" data-mid="16304823" border="0" align="left"/> Winter crept into the valley overnight, a scorned Mistress pouring her icy vengeance upon the world. Blanketed in the suffocating white I struggle Against Death as the snare's hidden wires Tighten around my bloody neck. Watching as the Earth dies with me, And I and the world plunge Violently into the Darkness. Spring's insouciance peaked the interest Of the adulterine sun and she returns With mild curiosity, bringing the rains, Bloating the earth, and coaxing The gossamer green from it's dark surrender. My once nut-brown fur now scatters in the wind And my flesh is made soil by the worms. February gamboled down the vernal hill With wetness on her feet and clouds in her hair Until the wind pried the jaw from my skull "I didn't know skin could stretch so far" she said. The maggots are my gnawing reply. Summer lingers idly in the fields With the sun at her lips and the cicada Humming their love songs in her ears. The grasses, exhausted from the effort put forth To emerge from their beds beneath the surface, And strained from their attempts to reach beyond This earth and meet the sun's extended arms, Have resigned themselves to lie instead And pray the glowing life will weary of her lonely orbit And lustily retire, a lazy lover spread Over the plain. I lie in wait as well, a white virgin Baptized by the sun, parched and cleaned, My bones a fertile cage Protecting a fallen seed in my breast. Autumn seduces the sun, and the lovers dally Behind the mountains in the mornings and escape Early to their lovemaking in the cool evenings. The grasses and trees call to their fiery goddess By flooding their membranes with prayers of orange And red. I feel a plangent wail in the air, My hollow skull whispers pale lullabies in the night To the sleeping infant tree nestled beneath What was once my senescent stomach, Digesting the morning's consumption of weeds, Before my greedy throat Thrust itself into a glittering steel noose. http://audreyknight.com/Eine http://audreyknight.com/following/audreyknight.com/Eine Thu, 28 Jul 2011 18:22:55 +0000 audreyknight 1791949 <img src="http://payload.cargocollective.com/1/3/126330/1791949/eine.jpg" width="670" height="1035" width_o="1100" height_o="1700" src_o="http://payload.cargocollective.com/1/3/126330/1791949/eine_o.jpg" data-mid="8832538" border="0" align="left"/> My vision of Eine, the heroine from The Indigo Stone, a fantasy novel by Simone Snaith. http://audreyknight.com/The-Fast-Sails http://audreyknight.com/following/audreyknight.com/The-Fast-Sails Mon, 04 Jul 2011 19:11:49 +0000 audreyknight 1681540 <img src="http://payload.cargocollective.com/1/3/126330/1681540/thefastsails.jpg" width="400" height="800" width_o="400" height_o="800" src_o="http://payload.cargocollective.com/1/3/126330/1681540/thefastsails_o.jpg" data-mid="8253371" border="0" align="left"/> Ink and marker album artwork for band: The Fast Sails The Fast Sails http://audreyknight.com/Drunken-Goat http://audreyknight.com/following/audreyknight.com/Drunken-Goat Mon, 04 Jul 2011 19:07:01 +0000 audreyknight 1681408 <img src="http://payload.cargocollective.com/1/3/126330/1681408/drunkengoat.jpg" width="670" height="897" width_o="1936" height_o="2592" src_o="http://payload.cargocollective.com/1/3/126330/1681408/drunkengoat_o.jpg" data-mid="8253204" border="0" align="left"/> "I kneel to die at my child's feet" http://audreyknight.com/smell-like-locust http://audreyknight.com/following/audreyknight.com/smell-like-locust Mon, 04 Jul 2011 17:37:43 +0000 audreyknight 1680867 Days draw into one, weeks go by in an hour, and a year falls between your fingers without you realizing you had ever held it. Is it lack of sleep, vitamins, over-abundance of stress, work, fun. I seem to lack the ability to pause life long enough to figure out where it's going in such a hurry. Doubtful understanding the source of such furious speed would aid in its undoing. I do not know where my life has been. The memories even from yesterday seem too distant. Seven years have passed since I began writing this thought, and all my life is a jumbled blur of memories rushing in front of my eyes as though I were a passenger in a car speeding down an old mill road. Rusted mailboxes and trees and tall grasses and clouds all blur together. In the end merely stripes of color smear where once an object stood. Is the memory of the mailbox truth, or did I notice the stripe of color after it had passed and conjure a mailbox in my imagination. The mailbox and the cloud, the painful and the sublime, all are mixed together as one. Impossible to distinguish from the others. Does this taint the good in my life, to allow the unpleasant weeds to permeate, forever distorting the long, even lines of black and yellow and red: the sunflowers and butterflies of youth. Or does the chaotic rush to the end soften all the nightmares and monsters I might see standing on the road. http://audreyknight.com/nude-in-charcoal http://audreyknight.com/following/audreyknight.com/nude-in-charcoal Mon, 04 Jul 2011 16:43:52 +0000 audreyknight 1680548 <img src="http://payload.cargocollective.com/1/3/126330/1680548/nude.jpg" width="670" height="856" width_o="960" height_o="1227" src_o="http://payload.cargocollective.com/1/3/126330/1680548/nude_o.jpg" data-mid="8249305" border="0" align="left"/> There is more than silence in your solitude.