Author: Public Submission
Fall on the Poudre Trail by Bruce Barrie
Biography: I am a transplant to Colorado, so everyone hates me. Then they find out I am from New York and a Yankee fan; it gets even worse. Aims has given me the opportunity to explore many different subjects such as pottery, watercolors, photography, computers, and fitness/wellness. My adventures have made me believe that visual…
Small Worlds by Bruce Barrie
Biography: I am a transplant to Colorado, so everyone hates me.Then they find out I am from New York and a Yankee fan; it gets even worse. Aims has given me the opportunity to explore many different subjects such as pottery, watercolors, photography, computers, and fitness/wellness. My adventures have made me believe that visual storytelling…
The Beast by Kevin Alion
Biography: Art is totally the passion of my life and the reason for my existence. Art for me means more than just beautiful things; it is a representation of my own soul that wanders in this existential plane, planning in a way, whether in 3D or 2D, based on my emotions and experiences. I…
Fallen Angel by Taliana Schmidt
Biography: I’ve always been drawn to the arts. I find that creating art is a good outlet and a way to connect with other people. Art can bring people together in a way nothing else can. I enjoy creating and sharing with other people, and I get excited to see what other people create!…
Crumpled Santas on the Lawn by Marian Hesse
Crumpled Santas on the lawn the night is o’er, their glory gone. Their magic wanes with eager dawn Valiant penguins watch the door Snowmen guardians as of yore Mammoth ersatz beasts galore Plastic lifeless forms they lay Waiting for some midnight sleigh Deflated figures of the day Will Christmas come, or be delayed? Inert…
Eye in the Sky by Zoey Bankston
This poem is an ekphrasis on this image of the Southern Ring Nebula taken by the James Webb Space Telescope: https://webbtelescope.org/contents/media/images/2022/033/01G70BGTSYBHS69T7K3N3ASSEB Rusty eye sailing on Argo’s Vela, peering down upon Earth from the heavens, watching Romans trade silk and spice across continents. The web finally peers back. The sky iris has deformed through time. The…
Light by Makaelynn DuVall
I lost all we had found in the darkness, and I wanted it back. I lost my orgasm on your shoulder blades. It cut so deep when you pushed your colder shoulder into the iris of my palm and thigh. I pushed back, and when you weren’t there, I cried every night. New boys came…
Finches by Marian Hesse
Trapped in a body I cannot flee My mind yearning to be free The teeth of age ingest the fragments of my mind The loss I cannot feel The joys that pass me by Magic spirals in the air Hummingbird flight paths on a dare Mourning doves “I love you, I love you” And dilute…
Wrecked by Megan Prumbach
When everyone talks about being in love, they never really know how to describe it. My mom always said when you know, you just know. That used to infuriate me. I wanted the answer to be straightforward, simple. More importantly, how could I know something that I had never felt before? With time I thought…
When Will You Be Mine Again? by Jacquelyn Vera
It was another lovely, snowy day in the city of Wisteria; my mind thought as I closed my eyes to take a deep breath in to feel the crisp, cold air freshens my lungs. Then open my eyes back up to the angelic sky; I have always wondered how light rains of snow could be…
By His Grace by Hannah Friis-Hansen
Trigger Warning: self-harm, depression, suicide I think it’s safe to say the past two years have been complete chaos. Between Covid-19, social division, and unrest throughout society, it has made some people question if God is even real. When I started high school in 2017, I struggled with anxiety, depression, and some pretty dark thoughts….
The Day I Almost Died by Tina Harris
It was a warm, quiet summer morning. It was early, the daylight was just starting to break through the trees. As I was trying to open my eyes, I felt…off. It’s first thing in the morning, I probably just need to go to the bathroom, I thought. As I stood up out of bed, a…
Song of the Force by Phillip Lara
A fallen star, a rising storm; a million Stories told in the sky. Living things bound to rock and water. Unaware of what the stratosphere has to say. It speaks in whispers, it is the waves on the beach that sweeps The sand to the sea. It is the breeze in the trees that forces…
Last-Year-Old Me by Jacqueline Del Ciotto
My generation was raised on the tail end of what I call, “The Last Years,” “The Last Years” when I was handed a phone when I was thirteen and clicked away the last days of my childhood, When my grandparents gave up on trying to figure out how to take a screenshot and I became…
Rebirth by Lexi Stroud
Biography: I am currently attending Aims to receive my associate’s degree in psychology. Mental health is something that is extremely important to me. I have always turned to art as a way to express the way I felt. I think that art is such a beautiful way to express things that are harder to say…
Electric Forest by Lexi Stroud
Lexi Stroud: I am currently attending Aims to receive my associate’s degree in psychology. Mental health is something that is extremely important to me. I have always turned to art as a way to express the way I felt. I think that art is such a beautiful way to express things that are harder to…
The Light of a Dog by Kalei Kochevar
Biography: Ever since I was little, I would always watch my father take photos of some of the most random things. Through them he was able to see the beauty of the thing itself that many couldn’t see. This drew my form of artistic expression. The beauty of things many don’t see through the eye….
Edgar: A Moment in Time by Danielle Irwin
Biography: I have always loved art but was more interested in 2-D works. I have always favored graphite and colored pencils. After taking a 3-D design class, I fell in love with ceramics and other multimedia works. I was nervous working with clay and other materials but was extremely excited when I finished my first…
Katie by Andrew Moline
Biography: Teaching Photography is a true passion for me; being among such a talented group of fellow artists and creators here at Aims is genuinely a dream come true. I love sharing advanced techniques with students, encouraging them to push their own creative boundaries further. I am primarily a photographer, and in particular I have…
Moxie by Makaelynn DuVall
I go looking for you in the night. I have figured out how to live without you during the light hours, but as nighttime comes in, I lose my strength. I close my eyes and try to feel where you are, because if I can find you, then we are still real. I start with…
Dead of Night by Zoey Bankston
The moon shone high beyond the storm clouds as I made my way down the dirt road, lit only by my headlights. It wasn’t a pleasant drive, but I did enjoy how quiet it was. The locals tended to avoid it, so there wasn’t much need to pay attention. The neighbors warned me off over…
Creation Myth: Dogs Will Thunder by Veronica Villalobos
Long ago, there was a great being. Indeed, a being which possessed four legs with soft padded paws on the end of the legs, a long tail, two raised ears, and it was also covered in fur. It existed alone. It had thoughts, but nothing that one in existence nowadays would consider “deep thoughts” because…
The Tracks by Tina Harris
“Dear God, this had better be important.” The phone was already ringing, and Liz had just gotten home from a long day of school followed by her after-school job at the local pizza parlor. It was a Friday night, so the patrons at the restaurant had been particularly rambunctious that evening. She had slung more…
Beautiful Crime by Esmeralda Ortiz Perez
Hours of scrubbing the carpet had passed. She used every bottle of hydrogen peroxide around the house to take out every drop of blood. But no matter what it was, it didn’t seem to come off as hard as she was scrubbing. Somehow more appeared. She got tired and looked around the room. Nothing but…
A Bit of Whimsy by Jocelyn Sailas
Biography: I am currently in my last semester at Aims Community College. I am pursuing a degree in physics, but I have a passion for art of all kinds. When I’m not studying, I am working on creating all sorts of things. I enjoy painting, writing, drawing, sculpting, leatherwork, woodburning, and many other things. I’ve always…
Death of a Warrior by Abby Guerrero
Biography: I’m a 20-year-old artist born and raised in Colorado. I have a special interest in western, native, and Christian themes in art where my subjects are usually animals and or cowboy associated. In my average day-to-day life I live a western lifestyle while going to school to study art, and I am a practicing…
Protector of Peace by Abigail Guerrero
Biography: Abigail Guerrero- I’m a 20-year-old artist born and raised in Colorado. I have a special interest in western, native, and Christian themes in art where my subjects are usually animals and or cowboy associated. In my average day-to-day life I live a western lifestyle while going to school to study art, and I am…
The Glass by Noah Berris
I’ve been watching these things pass by the glass for years, almost since I was born at least. They come and stare at me, watching with bored eyes. They mouth soundless dialogues back and forth to each other, some nodding, some gesticulating, or laughing, or crying–some even speak at me. I say “at”, because that’s…
Colored Skies, Yellow Endings by Eliza Bratt
Colors. Colors everywhere. Crawling up walls and spilling onto the floor, coating corners and enveloping objects, clambering up trees and filling the cracks in the pavement. Colors, reaching up to the white ether, filling it with a deluge of extravagance. In the sky colors reached for one another, creating a masterpiece upon the white backdrop….
The Tale of Handy and Senshi by Anthony Evans
It’s high noon in the wild west. Dust is blowing in the breeze and the sun is pounding down. A tumbleweed bounces across the sand. The sound of a dog barking in the distance breaks the silence of the day. Standing in the sun is a cowboy. Brown high-top boots with old black worn pants…
A Photograph in the Junk Drawer by Kris Mascarenas
I see my past in sepia tones, taupe eyes reflect clamshell skies and drowsy clouds shadow my wayward worries and woes of mothers and dandelions and copper-colored surly curls tangled in threads of my sweater on shoulders drooping like sunflowers in October #notmuchhaschanged Biography: When I was in 4th grade, my godmother gifted me a…
Ni de Aquí, Ni de Allá by Martin Rios Banuelos
It was a Sunday afternoon, and my parents were determined. They packed their belongings and got my siblings ready Today was the day, their lives would change forever, knock, knock, knock The Coyote [1] was here “Is everyone ready”? Along the way they were encountered by The Cartel. “WE DEMAND ALL YOUR POSSESIONS” … “What…
Pennies in the muddy creek by Daniel Lerner
Oh brother, You’re a boy with his own funeral song to sing While young, given a gift of grief Broken morals and disbelief, Reckon you’re unable to control the evil within, Filling your heart with songs of hate. Deprived and left in misery while songbirds mourn your pain Believing God has forgotten your name One…
Death by Araya Korgan
There is a creature that lurks around, It stabs people with the pains of knifes. The creature will show up unexpectedly, Leaving people with feelings of disparity. Families will beg and plead, But they will not succeed. It can appear in many ways, It swallows people like a black hole. The creature holds no sympathy,…
Show Me A Man by Leonel Evans Robles
Dedicated to those that grew up fatherless, had to make premature adult decisions, and were forced by circumstance to grow up too quickly. Show me a man, one whose aim is to be worthy. A man that in spite of his soreness and hurting Rises out of his bed early. A man who arrives to…
Summer by Audrey VanDriel
Summer rain plunges, Earth’s quaint figure swells slowly, Drinking it’s last drop. Biography: I came to Aims in the summer of 2022 to fulfill part of my credits for my Associate in Arts. I am graduating this spring from Front Range Community College and then transferring to Colorado State University for a bachelor’s degree in…
Boy hearts by Isabella Lopez
The boy eats Hearts, He’ll take it in and make you crumble into dust. Don’t be surprised if he spits you out. He likes throwing his tongue in the lines on your cheeks, blood as a neighbor he sees so often he smiles.
Drugs by Isabella Lopez
My parents warned me about drugs but never about the ones with messy hair and a contagious smile. They warned me about addictions but never about how you’ll crave them every day. They warned me to stay away from harm but never against those who could hurt me the most. They warned me not to…
Shaking-A Sestina by Jessica J Jacobucci
I sit down and quiver in fear It’s too hard, I can’t handle this I begin to sob, my leg shakes My clothes are now scratching on my flesh All I can feel is the cold I just need to remember to breathe in Panic quickly sets in My heartbeat quickens in fear The hair…
Oregon Bound by Ryan Ellerman
Against the wind, I struggle. Against myself, I fight the urge. Against nature, I tramp across the plain. Against time itself, I am lost. Against the prairie wind, I am nothing. Against the west, I am a lost girl with a wagon train. Gold is where we are traveling. Gold is the dream ahead. Gold…
Spirit Ex Machina by Patrick Thompson
Everyone says to keep yourself organic Keep all your parts together That replacing it all takes you away Removing more than just the base What makes you human What gives you the soul to live It should feel no different For each part remains the same The wires and circuitry span the muscles and skin…