The air was rather chilly— it wasn’t unusual during autumn months, but it was prevalent enough to take notice. It swayed trees and took their leaves, puppeteering them to dance and twirl as silhouettes in the nighttime sky. Above, the stars were incredible. The sky was so vast and clear that one could not help…
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Archived: Somewhere Far, Someplace Near by Wyatt Hester
Outside, birds were chirping, but I couldn’t hear them. The open window only allowed inside the noise of urban nightmares and machinery hard at work. Weeks, or maybe even months, of unopened mail and dirty dishes had found themselves accumulating around my apartment, giving me the feeling as though the gray walls were closing in…
Archived: Artichoke Heart by Carla Newberry
The air in the grocery store hums with a medley of sounds—self checkout machines beep beep beeping with each scan, the rhythmic clatter of shopping carts, and the occasional whine of a bored child, followed by the groan of a mother as she navigates the labyrinth of fresh produce, just trying to hurry out of…
Archived: Run by Emily Lopez
I wake up to the smell of flowers blooming around me. Endless blue skies with birds chirping a tune and hearing faint laughter. I look around to figure out where the laughter is coming from, then I see my family chasing one another through the fields of wildflowers and our dogs barking with joy. I…
Archived: Seen 9:43 PM by Jesse Ramirez
Nick checked his phone again. He had three bars and a strong signal. But his home screen was still empty. He opened it looking back at his messages. There were three from him in a row. They were all seen last night at 9:43 PM. Nick sighed, clicked the phone off, and put it back…
Archived: The First Batling by Emily Clemmons
Long ago, okay, or maybe not so long ago lies a small town called Moonlight. On the surface, it appears like any other sort of town with a general store, a gas station, a mayor’s office, oh and don’t forget the church. A quaint little town. In the center of this town, however, is a…
Archived: The Clown by Annessah Ramsey
Biography: I like digging into the creepier side of things sometimes when drawing digitally. I made this piece using Adobe Photoshop and am very proud of how it turned out.
Archived: Into the Deep Blue by Kat Smith
Biography: My name is Kat Smith and I’m an artist aiming to be a tattoo artist. Art is a huge aspect of my life and I have my grandma Susan to thank for it. She got me into painting and drawing as soon as I could hold a pencil and now I’m here. She helped…
Archived: Ogreific and Crowltastic by Kat Smith
Biography: My name is Kat Smith and I’m an artist aiming to be a tattoo artist. Art is a huge aspect of my life and I have my grandma Susan to thank for it. She got me into painting and drawing as soon as I could hold a pencil and now I’m here. She helped…
Archived: I’m not one to air my dirty laundry in public. by Charis Fleshner
Biography: Being an art professor has always been my dream job and Aims gave me that opportunity. Art is how I process life with all of its highs, lows, complexities, and contradictions. Art means everything to me. Although I am a conceptual artist and work in many different mediums, I truly enjoy the technical challenges…
Archived: Lúthien by Amelie Banks
Biography: I started my first semester at Aims last fall and I plan to continue taking art and English classes here. This piece was one of my projects for Jewelry and Metalworking 1. Working with metal as a medium instead of paint or paper collage was a bit out of my comfort zone because of…
Archived: Trixie Mattel by Ashlen Livingston
Biography: I’ve been attending Aims since 2022 and have greatly enjoyed my classes and professors. The drawing Trixie Mattel was done in my Drawing 1 class with Mr. Luna. My inspiration for this piece came from the art form of drag, and more specifically, RuPual’s Drag Race. I think drag is a beautiful expressive outlet…
Archived: Crimson Gaze by Kat Smith
Biography: My name is Kat Smith and I’m an artist aiming to be a tattoo artist. Art is a huge aspect of my life and I have my grandma Susan to thank for it. She got me into painting and drawing as soon as I could hold a pencil and now I’m here. She helped…
Archived: Vortex by Angela Dunn
Biography: Hello, My name is Angela Dunn I am a part-time student. Below is one of my paintings. This is my largest painting and is about 3ft in diameter. It is acrylic paint on what is essentially plastic. Most of the paintings I do are on recycled drum heads which is useful and provides a…
Archived: Crimes by Zachary Padilla
A story to tell and A secret to hide With a man full of sorrow, Truly A smile that was needed to barrow Like a passing storm with a bull for the mind. He whimpers, as he realizes his time Once he hangs, a sad song sings for the blind It must be admitted that…
Archived: Time Passes by Kylie Krise
Time passes when we are young Slowly every day Days seem to take forever The clock never stops. Time passes when we are young Waiting for kindergarten Finally the day is here The clock never stops Time passes when we are young Then middle school Next is graduation day The clock never stops. Time passes…
Archived: The Giraffes are all Gone by Kylie Krise
It’s time to clean out her room Starting a new chapter Childhood memories dusted off The giraffes are all gone. Sorting between what stays and what goes Thinking about next week They used to keep her company The giraffes are all gone. Packing what will be taken College, her childhood dream Nightmares woke her up…
Archived: The Truth Of A Burning World by Kyleston J Bran
People try hard To see the true card But life is just a prison That goes down rea far Another one’s tale Is another one’s gain But when the tail ends So does other people’s game Emotion impacts all But not all that are good People don’t see the true curse Of the world being…
Archived: Equation of a Rainbow by David Sordi
Red + Black + Brown + White + Yellow =========== Humanity Biography: In January 2022, I moved here from New Hampshire to join the Aims Industrial Technologies and Oil & Gas programs. My career has been spent in industry and engineering, in which my creative side was not always of particular importance. Writing poetry…
Archived: Alone in Belief by David Sordi
Standing Alone in heart Solitary in spirit Turmoil Tear stained cheeks A leg bends slowly Knee to ground Prayers offered Peace Hope and understanding Deliverance The hush breaks Hell is unleashed Devil Deluge of hatred Rivers of vitriol A shot rings out A heart pierced Life torn asunder Blood sears soil Anonymous Fatal Spirit ebbs…
Archived: Empty by Marian Hesse
I am letting all the colors out They’re cluttering up my mind Biography: Marian Hesse is a professional musician actively involved in writing and photography. Marian began taking classes at Aims when it was only a few small cowering in the shadow of the water tower in the 1970’s. The classes covered liberal arts…
Archived: Dad by Marian Hesse
Drifting through the space like a scent I can’t quite recall Intense and heavy like a weight on my mind Often it is visible, and I can trace the source You with the cigar enjoying your life. Biography: Marian Hesse is a professional musician actively involved in writing and photography. Marian began taking classes…
Archived: The Last Time by Marian Hesse
The last time we walked Walking on the street through the hot Arizona neighborhood You stopped to pull a weed in someone else’s yard, a plant out of place where it didn’t belong The day you ran away, and strangers found you, thirsty and frail, on the busy road We…
Archived: Lost and Found by Marian Hesse
My memories are locked away somewhere Maybe in a box or a chest Somewhere safe. So hidden even I can’t find them You need to find them for me so I can forget them. Biography: Marian Hesse is a professional musician actively involved in writing and photography. Marian began taking classes at Aims when it…
Archived: Mrs. Claws by Marian Hesse
The fog rolls into a frog That my sister bought for me To care for the cat That hides under the bed Mrs. Claws Biography: Marian Hesse is a professional musician actively involved in writing and photography. Marian began taking classes at Aims when it was only a few small…
Archived: Life by Marian Hesse
SHARP corners Now filled with dust FRAGMENTS of AWARENESS Keep or toss Biography: Marian Hesse is a professional musician actively involved in writing and photography. Marian began taking classes at Aims when it was only a few small cowering in the shadow of the water tower in the 1970’s. The classes covered liberal…
Archived: Echo by Marian Hesse
There was a distant sound like music, Too ethereal to be A hint of subtle tone, to break the monotony As the sound faded along with the wind, Biography: Marian Hesse is a professional musician actively involved in writing and photography. Marian began taking classes at Aims when it was only a few small…
Archived: Loss by Marian Hesse
Trapped in a body I cannot flee My mind yearning to be free The teeth of age ingest the remaining fragments of my mind The loss I cannot feel The joys that pass me by Biography: Marian Hesse is a professional musician actively involved in writing and photography. Marian began taking classes at Aims…
Archived: At the Water’s Edge by Sundance Hollingsworth (SKD: 1st Place Fiction)
At the Water’s Edge Ezra closed his eyes. The last stretching fingers of honeyed August light warmed his cheeks and brow, and he brought the can to his lips. Crisp, light beer. He drank deeply, chased it with the hot smoke of his cigarette. Snubbing it out in his plastic ashtray, he mindlessly patted Rufus…
You’ll be a Man my Son by Sundance Hollingsworth (SKD: 1st Place Poetry)
youll be a man my son what does it mean to be a manwhen everyone cansee that heis strugglingwhen the nightsare longer than the days what does it mean to be a manwhen he paints his nailsand feels attractivein eyeliner what does it mean to be a manwhen he wakes up and thinksim still here…
Archived: Silken Strokes by Gabriel Heberer
Biography: Hello, I’m Gabriel Heberer. I can’t say I am at AIMS for one particular reason, and that’s exactly why I’ve found it helpful. Right now I am about get a LAA degree. Photography is something I have recently become involved in and it has been incredibly fun for me. So much so that…
Archived: The Hungry Dog by Kylie Krise
The dog lays and listens As the people walk by Wondering when some food would drop To fill his empty body.
Archived: Ageless Beauty by Dave Sordi
At birth, life is full of joy, hope, whimsy, As we embark on a wonderous journey of the spirit. But years bring challenges to the soul, Transforming our body and psyche, testing our resolve. But with maturity comes wisdom, brightening the horizon, And laughter and smiles burnish our heart. Leading to a breathtaking metamorphosis, As…
Archived: The Baby Tree by Shannon Foster
She stands in the sun Proudly displaying her branches and leaves But one of her branches is sick It has to be cut off so she can live We cut off the sick branch And as if by a miracle She has grown her remaining branches In the space the sick branch used to be…
Archived: Shaking, Hair, and Miscellaneous Thoughts On You by Analiz Plasencia
This list is ugly. This list is all my frustrations. I’m so frustrated I’m shaking. I’m shaking like I’m traumatized. I’m not. I think. Possibly. My hair is longer, I am smarter, and I’m more beautiful. Ever since I walked away from you it’s felt like my hair is growing faster. Maybe it’s because I…
Archived: Alone by Elliot Clamp
People talking, not to you People looking, not to you People laughing, not with you People hugging, not to you People hate you, to you People don’t care about you They already have enough friends You are always going to be alone Only talking to one person, all your life You want people talking to…
Archived: Life Continues by George Elliott Joyce III
There exists on Earth A hole deeper than Hell A hole carved by the masses Carved for the dead to dwell And so, Life continues And those who don’t Slip Slipping down a hill of People Sliding down the hole Falling to their hell And in hell lies torture A pain unknown to most A…
Archived: Too Busy to Cry by Brooklyn Capuano
Your thoughts flow like waves in the ocean New waves every second, every minute, every hour Rushing waters; rushing thoughts Rushing time that’s rarely still You told me you never cry And that made me cry for you I keep you in my dreams at night And in my thoughts during day You’re there at…
Archived: Fresh Birth by Brooklyn Capuano
Like the first fall of leaf Or the first drop of snow Cry deep into the sorrow of something that’s missing Mislead into a light that’s darker than a seed in soil ‘Sprout kinder than that’ as I’m told The world blooms against the tides The moon shifts the tides backwards Swallow the sun whole…
Archived: Mother Nature’s Tantrum by Brooklyn Capuano
The sky has fallen onto the porch And the world had begun its rampage Tears of something empty drop like sticks on drums And the somber sky now plays it’s melodies Flashes of silver cause cries of gold; The performance has now begun Shooshes of air drift over one’s lips And the unplayable harp causes…
Archived: Soul’s Vessel by Emma Kim
Having a body is such a strange thing, The moment you become aware- Of your soul’s vessel; There is much more to consider. In youth we move freely; As we’re older we contain the creativity, That yearns to burst free. As dancers our bodies are used to communicate, But so often we scold and reprimand,…
Archived: Late by Matthew Gagnon
Oh how I’ve waited for this day to come, no more crawling and mulling around for scraps! To have somewhere I can call home. Yes! A home! How that word fills me with joy. To have somewhere I can belong, where friends and family await with bated breath for my return. Each room filled with…