Archived: Astoria-Megler Bridge by Emma Young

  Biography: Making art has allowed me to express myself in ways words can’t. I think that’s one of the biggest reasons why I create. All of my artwork is based on my emotions while I’m creating. Even though some of my artwork isn’t from the happiest of times, I enjoy looking back and seeing…

Archived: Movement of Water by Laney Gabriel

  Biography: Hello! My family has been part of Aims for soon to be more than 15 years and I grew up on campus in my mother’s office. I enjoy the student-friendly environment and community care provided by Aims. I have achieved two associates here at Aims and I will continue to study Astrobiology in…

Archived: Cold Crisp Morning by Daren Ford

  Biography: Hi, I’m Daren Ford, a photographer based out of Northern Colorado, living life on the front range and blessed to be so near the foothills of the Rocky Mountains. After spending as much of my free time as possible deep in the mountains chasing trophy elk, I started to slow down and observe…

Archived: Moonrise by Daren Ford

  Biography: Hi, I’m Daren Ford, a photographer based out of Northern Colorado, living life on the front range and blessed to be so near the foothills of the Rocky Mountains. After spending as much of my free time as possible deep in the mountains chasing trophy elk, I started to slow down and observe…

Archived: Wish of a Lifetime by Lili Luo

Everyone has wishes. They can be big or small, selfish or selfless, known by all or known by one. Some wish on the stars and planets while others wish on candles while still others wish on angel numbers.  Mykala is no different. A girl whose dreams range from inconsequential things to the unreachable. At five,…

Archived: School by Jayla M Oswald

I could feel the heat radiating from her skin; bright rosy cheeks and wide green eyes stared back at me. I could feel the words she sang in her head through the air. I could feel her hands twist into mine, and though my face felt as hot and red as hers, I wasn’t nervous,…

Archived: Into the Neon Light by Austin LeLievre

A desolate stream of water and neon ripples away when the step of a white shoe exits the Aeromag. The shoe then pulls a young man in azure pants dressed with a silver belt paired with a scarlet shirt that has just an embroidered smiley face up on the chest. The man takes a deep…

Archived: The Oasis by Nick Luna

The scotch burned my lips, then proceeded to walk its fires through my mouth and down my throat. The electric lights remained darkened like the dark recesses of the space beyond the moon. Candle light flickered and danced across the pages of this diary. It is a rushed affair, I understand, as I pen these…

Archived: Faux Art by Dominic Plascencia

The clinking of a champagne glass filled a minimalist room with little to no color except eggshell white for all the furniture. From the 70s deco chair full of ovals to the thin legged chairs surrounding a white marble table, it gave the essence of ‘filthy rich’. It was a marvelous square room, with hardwood…

Archived: The Rainbow by Cindy Jewkes

“You’re needed in Mr. Serino’s office right away,” came a slightly pinched voice through George’s office phone. George gulped. What had he done this time? He didn’t care much for his job anymore, but he still didn’t particularly want to lose it. He knocked on his boss’s broad oak door and heard a muffled “Come…

Archived: Beneath the Surface by Megan Prumbach

How do you mark the change in a man? How do you know when, exactly, he decides to throw aside everything he has known and live a life of tyranny? Is it one single, definitive moment or rather the culmination of wrongs that make a villain? I never considered myself a villain. I suppose every…

Archived: Warrior of the Dead by Natalia Fuentes

I had a normal life up until recently; my life even seemed dull and ordinary to whoever knew me. Of course, this all changed very drastically, but I feel I’m getting quite ahead of myself. I should probably introduce myself first. My name is Gloria Ramirez, and I’m nineteen years old. I am a warrior…

Archived: Lost Gear by Rogelio Gaona

My head feels disoriented, and my eyes open as they start to focus on my surroundings. Above me, I locate a dim lamp that faintly illuminates the dark room. The wall is made with all sorts of gears and mechanical parts and the floor feels metallic, each tile with its own square pattern and bronze…

Archived: Cards on the Subway by Everett Lewark

Jefferies Station was huge—lots of tracks ran through the station, and trains were constantly coming and going. The tiled white roof hung in a series of arches above us like an Olympic swimming pool for bats. Standing there in this huge room crowded with grown-ups, I felt tiny. Their words echoed off the walls—almost louder…

Archived: Skin Deep by Lili Luo

Pounds and pounds of makeup were applied daily to every inch of Cassidy’s skin. She wished that her skin was similar to everyone else, but there wasn’t anything she could do about it. She had dealt with it for her entire life, hiding her discoloration since she could remember.  The heavy weight of the makeup…

Archived: EnderRakst by Riley McGee

At the beginning of time there were Seven Aldstes. These Seven Fathers, as we now call them, were sent by the Gods to our world which was then called EnderRakst or The Unity. Struggling to survive, the fathers quickly banded together to survive the harsh winter. But the whirling storms had nearly brought the Seven…

Archived: The Collision of the Era: Beginnings by Angel Bautista

Chapter 1 “On Board” “Where am I?” asks a fair lady with golden locks that strung down as she sat up from the bed that she was not familiar with. Her ocean-blue eyes look at the bed and looked at the blanket that held many patterns. Before she could question the quilt, a gruff and…

Archived: Last Man Standing by Riley McGee

Chapter 1: Awakening I look around and see a bunch of trees. I get myself off the dirt ground. I begin to randomly walk around hoping to figure out what I am doing here, where I am, or anything really. As I try to remember one thing I begin to realize how little I remember….

Archived: Sufficient by Ashley Sigala

My name is Kara and I just recently graduated from college. If I were to be honest, I thought I’d have never finished. My parents always wanted the best for me, while I wanted to move to LA and start my acting career. I know that I had to make my parents proud and that…

Archived: Noah by Kadie Jones

I was never one to believe in fairytales. I was never one to believe in happily ever after’s or fairy godmothers that would solve all of my problems. Not until I met him. I was 16 years old, and at that time, my father was in the Confederate army. I grew up in a home…

Archived: The Place by Anna Johnson

I quietly got out of my Chevy pickup truck. Stepping down into the dirt with my sandals and lower layers of my dress swarming in a cloud of dirt, I didn’t care and started to wander.  I wandered along the dirt path quietly, following the twists and turns. I consistently looked up to see if…

Archived: Dear Grandpa by Promise Laino

Joaquin I was born and raised in the beautiful country of Spain in the small town of Alba de Yeltes. I had 4 siblings, two sisters and two brothers, and only my mother after my dad sadly passed away from cancer when I was 14. I had always been a hard worker, spending my days…

Archived: Youth by Megan Prumbach

The cold fall is settling outside, and the semester is coming to an end. What consumes most of my days now are essays and piles of school books that wall me into an inescapable room. It’s all boring and dreary, a mirror of the changing seasons outside. My thoughts now are swamped by finals and…

Archived: Charlie by Trisha Nelson

**TRIGGER WARNING: Gun Violence Charlie sat on his little bed by the front window that Elsie made for him. That was his favorite spot in the whole apartment. He could people watch; some would even stop to talk to him. He would watch the squirrels and the birds. It was great. There was so much…

Archived: River by Jeremy Rottini

  Biography: While I briefly tinkered with art a few times during my teens and early adulthood, I didn’t really get serious about painting until a few months prior to the pandemic starting. The extra time I had at home during the pandemic allowed me to dive deeply into soft pastels and learn some of the…

Archived: Bobby by Dennis Taylor

I was a college freshman, Eastern Illinois University, on a full athletic scholarship. Free meals, free tuition, good roommate. Clai Dungy was a track star. Life is good! Brother Bobby (Robert Dale Taylor) was 10 years old and I was his hero. I took him everywhere. We went to football games, wrestling, baseball. We got…

Archived: Ernie by Promise Laino

Scene I [The lights are dimmed. Ernie’s mother (mama), sits slouched in a chair in her son’s hospital room sipping coffee. Ernie has just confessed to his mother that he had consumed yet another moldy poptart, but he was doing better now and they were preparing to go home. His mother wears a concerned expression…

Archived: Nature in Chaos (assorted haiku) by Everett Lewark

Cattails reeds stick up circling a pond the air smells of ash Bloom cherry blossoms lie on cement sneezes echo Fort a dog plays in snow mounds nestled on an SD card Salsify hands tremble down the moonlit hill seeds float in wind Old Tree in the cool of night tree branches worn to stumps…

Archived: The Flood

  The Flood By Cindy Jewkes The window fills with muddy wet so fast, we can’t make a gain. We’re fish in an aquarium during the sudden summer rain. My feet go on a polar plunge, bullets of ice on skin leave pain. Must guide the flood away from home during the sudden summer rain….

Archived: Autumn Evening by Phillip Lara

  Biography:  My name is Phillip Lara, and I usually go by Phil. I am currently pursuing a video production degree at Aims in hopes of working with film as a career. I have always loved being in the mountains since I can remember. It wasn’t until I was inspired by a friend who took…

Archived: The craziest person I ever knew… by Cherise Gerrish

The craziest person I ever knew… packed his meager necessities, closed the door behind him, walked away from joy, drove beyond grief, pitched a tent beside chili peppers, bathed in the sunshine and a rain barrel, drank beer with the widowers, laughed with the children, painted his name on the desert sky, until his freed…

Archived: Little Yellow Flowers by Charlie Nelson

My mother and I used to walk in the meadow often. The little yellow dandelions seemed to whisper sweet messages in my ear. That was back when mother wasn’t sick. The last time we visited the meadow was October 3, 2002. The day before mom’s diagnosis. She had a tumor pushing against her lung, causing…

Archived: Go to waste by Carlos Santana

  never knew how to let a bottle go to waste I love the feeling hate the taste I did it till I loved what I hate I did it till I loved what I hate Feeling like I’m too far gone it’s like the moon I’m on Can’t Breathe with these holes left from…

Archived: Cinder-Elliott by Amanda Schlichter

Long ago in a land far away, A boy named Cinder-Elliot did play. He was happy and free ’til that sad day came When his mother died and step-father placed blame. Years passed and Elliot toiled His step-brothers poked fun, his happy plans foiled. One day a change came by, When a royal messenger did…

Archived: December by Reina Bautista

  a cold night in december of 2000 beeping of monitors and the chatter of nurses fill the room eyes begin to open, seeing new life this was it at 9:35pm we meet for the very first time the day our adventure had begun celebrating birthdays together almost like twins sort of being only a…

Archived: Until the Cherry Blossoms Bloom Again by Emma Serrano

Cold air pricks at my throat as I take a deep breath Sheets of snow cover the train tracks below This station has long since been abandoned So why do I still linger? You promised we would one day meet again “When the branches sprout blossoming petals” It seems that time will never come for…

Archived: Daydreaming by Riley McGee

Daydreaming Flying, Transcending All of the pain, All of the worry Dissipates as his soul escapes his body A lucid vision of ecstasy Yearning for something greater the rhythm guides him Searching for a purpose, the lyrics make him feel found Carefree, Joyful An unexplainable excitement, An unexplainable happiness The scenery of mountains and fields…

Archived: Fall by Jeremy Rottini

  Biography: While I briefly tinkered with art a few times during my teens and early adulthood, I didn’t really get serious about painting until a few months prior to the pandemic starting. The extra time I had at home during the pandemic allowed me to dive deeply into soft pastels and learn some of…

Archived: There Is A Snake In My Boot by Trisha Nelson

Based on a true story   “Miguel, you need to clean up your room!”   Miguel could hear the irritation in my voice. He scurried to his room, and I could hear him  picking up his toys and his shoes. It stopped suddenly after a few minutes. I marched to his bedroom, putting my hands…

Archived: The Weed in the Garden by Norma Keeney

I am looked upon as an annoyance that grows where grass should grow. I tower over the grass with my beautiful display of yellow flowers. Nevertheless, I am much more than that. I have the power to heal the human body. The liver loves me and cancer runs away from me. Yet, humans step on…

Archived: How to be a Non-Perfectionist by Amber Miller

I can’t really speak to what it’s like to be a perfectionist, but having grown up with a mother who is a hyper perfectionist, I can say, hallelujah. Instead of learning from her and learning how to meticulously iron clothes, measure, and fret over every tiny detail, I went the other direction. I developed skills…

Archived: Everything Gets Better! by Abby Moser

“Have you been feeling down, hopeless, or depressed?” No, because that’s not quite how I feel But my body is weary and tired Not willing itself to move Each morning an agonizing crawl To get out of the bed That has seen too much It understands that I crave the comfort And I am not…

Archived: Dread by Luca Lovato

I can’t believe I’m here. visited by an old friend The cold embracing me tightly In its disgusting falsely used love Lifting my feet, I bring my knees to my chest My pale hands gripping the boney shins While roots grow out of my head to display little orange containers of light They’re beautiful, the…

Archived: The Key by Ava Dudzak

It is the middle of fall and I am watching my younger brother play with his toy trucks in the backyard of my uncle’s house. Our parents always brought us here if they had a very important meeting to attend. Today was as slow as any other day at our uncle’s house. I could have…

Archived: The Message by Brenda Ottosen

I’ve read there are those who believe their loved ones were given a warning that death was approaching. Some were visited by loved ones who had already passed.  Others felt the overwhelming need to prepare for a trip. And some people received a sign to escort them, or coax them, toward a bright light. The…

Archived: A Blanket by Kadie Jones

  That’s all that was left, to show she had even been there in the first place. The red plaid fleece and Sherpa sat on the bed all by its lonesome, to remind him that no matter what, that would be her home. Some people leave their toiletries. You know, the ones that you can…

Archived: Swim Team by Cindy Jewkes

“Skylar, it’s time to GO!” I hollered while ushering Robbie and Nash into the family minivan. Goldfish crackers were permanently smashed into the carpets, and there was a neon yellow stain near Nash’s seat from spilled slime during a road trip. “I’m coming!” came Skylar’s voice from the bathroom. “Don’t forget your swim bag!” The…

Archived: Jay by Anna Johnson

  Jay He answers the door and asks “How’s my favorite EMT?” Jay has been here before and remembers me This time Jay asks “what’s going on with this toilet?” 6’0” tall he stands in the door At 62 years young with glasses to show it With those white New Balance shoes too you know…

Archived: Posted by Noah Berris

The death of American sportsmanship and liberty Will come at the hands of barbed wire fence and “No Trespassing” signs We will no longer be allowed to roam as barefoot children under big skies and rocky peaks The trout will still rise and the elk will still bugle But these things will be shackled to…