Archived: Daydreaming by Alaina Kammersgard

The world floats by lazy eyes, enveloped in the shimmering iridescence of a soap bubble. Ears hum with the buzzing resonance of all that is, all that was, and all that is left to come. Caught in a quiet, fuzzy reverie, as life rolls on, and leaves me behind.

Archived: Antique Shop by Alaina Kammersgard

Wading through cluttered aisles, the fragrance of antiquated books wafting with each step towers of things piled upon things memories upon memories A rusted bike, missing its wheels A fraying rag doll with a stitched smile and one blue button eye A small, faded pink dress with a red stain on the sleeve A tattered…

Archived: Her by Phillip Muniz

She smelled like peaches and happiness. She feels like soft grass and a cool breeze on a summer day. She looks like God made another angel that day. She smiles like a faerie with a secret. Her laugh makes the whole earth go quiet. Her tears make all hearts softly break. She takes me along…

Archived: Loss by Phillip Muniz

I lie here waiting watching silent ‘neath the shadowy eaves of the broken night. Casting my mind to the lost and broken, lost in shadows, lost in light. What is it? Loss isn’t when you can’t find something, loss is when you feel the imprint. A blurry negative of what once was. Being lost in…

Archived: Would You Like A Receipt? by JJ Jimenez

I was always taught  To put receipts away. As every item is bought, In my desk that paper stays. From the headset on my desk  Including the board I type this on. Should something turn out grotesque By the next day it would be gone. But now, I think, should the time come,  That is…

Archived: The Clouds Are Different Here by JJ Jimenez

Sometime between dusk and dawn In a col stop on the edge of town A glass angel walked in the door. Though we wore no crown, She greeted each of us like queen. And with grace sat down to read. She was the friendliest face I’d seen After a night cold and tired. I was…

Archived: Hungover in a Museum by JJ Jimenez

Hungover in a museum  I struggled to read the self important words of artists that thought themselves poets and wordsmiths reaching into nothing trying to stitch meaning through the sterile displays after drinking with Foreigners seeing the palaces of Kings enjoying the beauty of Music these pompous halls held nothing for me with no one …

Archived: No Man’s Land by Kyle Cunningham

There is madness in the trenches Beneath the earth and crimson mud They fall to gain ascension Their ghosts will walk tonight Through no mans land and mortar shells They push on towards the light Unburdened by earthly fears and the outcomes of someone else’s fight Unburdened by the smell, the rats, The water, brown…

Archived: Die Luft by Katlynn Stecklein

You are the air around me, clairvoyant and amok I see you in everything, breathing you in You take shape in any form you want me to fill You are the air that inflames a fire that’s meant for destruction You are the air filling water molecules to wash me out That sits on top…

Archived: A Song for Someone by Adison Linder

I tried to write a song. A melancholy song, full of days of numbness like codeine, depriving me of all sensation, and nights spent staring at the wall because no matter how I tossed and turned or kicked, sleep wouldn’t bring its comatose embrace. A simple song, a D-minor, maybe an E-major, an A chord,…

Archived: The Desert Bluffs’ Corruption by Adison Linder

Light Like a thousand suns, never flickering, relentless beam of a beacon. It spreads everywhere, a tangle of vines suffocating out the dark. Nothing is safe from its interrogations. Everyone looks toward it, eyes bleeding, they cry out its name joyously. They praise it, adore it, worship it, that awful blinding light, But you close…

Archived: Fade to Black by Adison Linder

Serpent’s tongue, coated with silver, Says only what you want to hear. It wraps its coiling torso around your throat, Trapping your voice, now and forever. If you try to dig your nails into its iron scales, Free your windpipe to scream out, It just squeezes tighter. One lie is like a lighter It ignites…

Archived: The Halfling Prince by Zoe Coats

Lamentation garb, your falsehood Tears, the memory of an absent childhood Mourn me not, oh father of my sister Leave pine to the greenwood For no eulogy shall be penned In your crude scrawl And no forlorn preacher Reciting in his Southern drawl They fashioned me chains of iron As if that could hold their…

Archived: Nobody by Dez Albrecht

Nobody knows Where the Grim Reaper goes But the Grim Reaper feels quite alone. You see, nobody likes him Everyone fears him For doing the job he has to do The blue skies and the hot guys Are things he enjoys too But, in the end he does what he has to do Deep below,…

Archived: Quicksand by Katlynn Stecklein

Stepping out into the sand, I gaze The ocean never looked so clear So full of life and unexplored The ocean’s vastness looks so mesmerizing The blue filled with promise and happiness I see friends and family and laughter The sounds harmony lightens my heart I feel as though I am floating with the waves…

Archived: Lighthouse by Brandon Haas

Bio: Here in my final semester at Aims, I’ve really started to find myself in my graphic design style. I’ve been practicing and growing in graphic design for the past 6 years, and recently began working with digital paintings. Although I haven’t been doing digital paintings for long, I quickly fell in love with the…

Archived: Hero’s Folly by Phillip Muniz

Vincent: A wealthy nobleman who fancies himself a knight James: A humble shepherd. Isabelle: A fiery girl who’s been trapped in a tower. Scene 1: 2 men in a wooded scene: one dressed in fine armor, one in a simple tunic.The knight calls out: Vincent: Ho there, young fellow! What brings you to these treacherous…

Archived: The Night Walkers by Zoe Coats

  Bio: I love to play around with all different varieties of creativity. I enjoy painting, drawing, crafting, and writing. Creativity is very freeing, and you can break all the rules because rules are nonexistent. My other favorite pastime is reading. I am a big lover of stories, and I get much of my inspiration from…

Archived: Solare the Sun King by Persie Roberts-Mitchell

Bio: When I first started painting, I was exclusively interested in figure drawing. I have notebooks filled with just ballerinas. What fascinated me most about ballet was how the movement tells a story. Working on “Solare” and “Constellation” has been the first time I’ve told a story without dance, but I tried to keep the movement…

Archived: Constellation by Persie Roberts-Mitchell

  Bio: When I first started painting, I was exclusively interested in figure drawing. I have notebooks filled with just ballerinas. What fascinated me most about ballet was how the movement tells a story. Working on “Solare” and “Constellation” has been the first time I’ve told a story without dance, but I tried to keep the…

Archived: The Age of Blossoming by Jasmine Rangel

Beauty The truth The sad reality of my life is… I’m not enough, a failure, I disregard my beauty, and so on. Enclosed in a shadow of my own self pity.   The story of why Younger me wished to be seen. Seen by boys and viewed as beautiful, but no matter how hard I…

Archived: Dreaming by Josh Lopez

Dreaming The crimsons fade as dusk settles away I dreamt you here with me, overlooking our final moments The fires set deeply within   I remember those nights when you held me near Your clouded mind fogging our vision Lying your fair frustration upon our bed   Now, your fevered touch within my dreams raises…

Archived: The Nineteenth Alice by Adison Linder

Once upon a time, in a vast abyss, there was a dream. It was a small, insignificant dream, so much that the other dreams inhabiting the void ignored it completely. Nobody bothered to ask who dreamed it, or what it was. The tiny dream in question floated aimlessly in the corporeal darkness. It noticed as…

Archived: Vengeance by Josh Lopez

My body was in pain, and my heart raced as I fell and tumbled down a set of wooden steps. The shock of each collision with the water-damaged steps added to every wound I’d already suffered. The last thing I saw was gray cement, and everything went black, consciousness was ripped away like lost pages…

Archived: The Clearing by Josh Lopez

“Hey, it’s Dex! Do yo thang! Hehe!” I swallowed hard at the knot that formed at the back of my throat, and the sting of tears threatened a torrential downfall before I could start my message. His whimsical voice and ready laugh always brought a smile to my face, but today the sound of the…

Archived: Happy Death Day by Quinn Fegel

“This world is pretty fucked up ain’t it?” I asked myself in the mirror. Typical that there was no response. I felt numb, but I have seen this day coming for a very long time. I have not told anyone about this day. My thumb rubbed over the neat numbers on my wrist. My death…

Archived: Innocence by Quinn Fegel

Every death I experience brings me closer to mine. Death happens everyday; death is natural. That never makes it easy. I am surrounded by death, some good, most bad. The scars that line me are from death, but they originate from destructive people and destructive motives. Some in the ground already, some I’m still fighting…

Archived: Reaper: Flash Fiction by Alaina Kammersgard

Thump, thump, thump. Simon’s knuckles rapped against the worn oak door. Several minutes passed—no response. He rocked back and forth on his heels, eyeing the name on the mailbox. “R. Greene,” it read. He lifted his trembling fist to knock again, when the door finally creaked open. A faint beam of light streamed onto the…

Archived: Stranger on the Road by Ann McAdams

“Are you alright, ma’am?” The young sheriff’s deputy asked in a kind, southern drawl. “I guess so,” she said shaking. “I mean…I am not sure.” She sat on the passenger side of the truck. The door was open, the top right side of her body leaned against the front of the bench while her legs…

Archived: My Colorado by Jen Thorpe

Bio: My name is Jen Thorpe. My journey at Aims Community College began with a desire to set an example worthy of emulation by my family, especially my six children. I will receive my Associate of Arts Degree, as well as a certificate of Communications Media, Journalism Writing in May. Photography has long been an…

Archived: Bridge Over Troubled Waters by Jen Thorpe

Bio: My name is Jen Thorpe. My journey at Aims Community College began with a desire to set an example worthy of emulation by my family, especially my six children. I will receive my Associate of Arts Degree, as well as a certificate of Communications Media, Journalism Writing in May. Photography has long been an enjoyed…

Archived: Fall is Here by Leah Ortowski

  Bio: I have a passion for photography because I can forever document a moment I want to remember. I enjoy being in nature, camera in hand, and enjoying the sights, aromas, and sounds of my surroundings. I enjoy using photography as a way to show the beauty of nature both on the macro and micro…

Archived: Mountain Lake by Leah Ortowski

  Bio: I have a passion for photography because I can forever document a moment I want to remember. I enjoy being in nature, camera in hand, and enjoying the sights, aromas, and sounds of my surroundings. I enjoy using photography as a way to show the beauty of nature both on the macro and micro…

Archived: Modern Man by Eric Reyes

Goodnight Moon… Hello Nightmares The fifth layer of my internal hell I wake up to find my conscious altered Flaming down like Icarus fell Hello Sun… Goodnight comfort An abstract painting of real life Typical feelings of anxious expression The conscious mind falls on the knife…