Dew Drops on a Misty Morning by Eliza Bratt

  Biography: I’ve always been inspired by the world around me: by the beauty in a simple sunset, the power in a rainstorm, the ethereal wonder in a perfect view. I aim to capture the beauty of the world in the few ways I know how. I’m inspired by the wonderful people around me and…

Misty Mountain by Hannah Tofflemoyer

  Biography: My artwork takes a critical look at the beauty and wonder of the world that many of us don’t get to see. As a future photojournalist, I am constantly looking for different ways to document the world around me. I take photographs that call attention to moments in time that are often overlooked….

Past the Storm by Serra Trent

  Biography: I’ve always had art and painting as a way to escape the worries of life. Still, I didn’t consider my smeared pigment on a canvas art until I turned 18 and allowed myself to practice more often. Since then, I have been learning on my own to hone this craft, improve my abilities, and…

In the Grey Area by Zoe Coats

  Biography: Ever since I was little, I’ve been in love with stories. I spend most of my time either reading or creating, and my creations are often inspired by the stories I read. I don’t like to be tied to one medium in particular, but rather I engage in a variety of artistic expressions,…

Psychedelic Sensibility by Alexis Winnett

  Biography: When I think of creating art, I think of creating something that is unique and not of this world. When I was younger, I used art, craft, and creativity to create a world that only I knew the ins and outs of. Different characters, worlds, and creations helped me through the difficult times,…

Dune Run by Travis Hardesty

  Biography: I am an Aims alum who is about to graduate from the Engineering program at CU Boulder. I have been fascinated by photography ever since I held my first camera. I like to find the beauty in the mundane in my photography by bringing new perspectives. At Aims, I learned to edit digital photography,…

Everlasting Bond by Hannah Tofflemoyer

  Biography: My artwork takes a critical look at the beauty and wonder of the world that many of us don’t get to see. As a future photojournalist, I am constantly looking for different ways to document the world around me. I take photographs that call attention to moments in time that are often overlooked. My…

North Shore Reservoir by Chelle Costello

  Biography: I’m an English and Humanities professor here at Aims who is interested in the ways technology is changing art. During the pandemic, my husband bought me Procreate to doodle in, and it has become a new hobby for me on top of photography. I love photographing the beautiful Colorado landscape and drawing the things…

The Cave of Glacial Obstruction by Kayla Wruck

  Biography: Hi, thank you for viewing my photography. My name is Kayla Wruck, and I am just your average college student with high goals and ambitions to start my own business and help others in every way I can. I have many little side hobbies that I enjoy doing outside of college, and one of…

Spring Snows at Prospect Ponds by Chelle Costello

  Biography: I’m an English and Humanities professor here at Aims who is interested in the ways technology is changing art. During the pandemic, my husband bought me Procreate to doodle in, and it has become a new hobby for me on top of photography. I love photographing the beautiful Colorado landscape and drawing the things…

Prospect Ponds After the Snow by Chelle Costello

  Biography: I’m an English and Humanities professor here at Aims who is interested in the ways technology is changing art. During the pandemic, my husband bought me Procreate to doodle in, and it has become a new hobby for me on top of photography. I love photographing the beautiful Colorado landscape and drawing the things…

Knitting Hands by Hannah Tofflemoyer

  Biography: My artwork takes a critical look at the beauty and wonder of the world that many of us don’t get to see. As a future photojournalist, I am constantly looking for different ways to document the world around me. I take photographs that call attention to moments in time that are often overlooked….

A Greying Morning by Phillip Lara

  Biography: My name is Phillip Lara. I normally go by Phil. I am currently pursuing an AAS degree in Video and Visual effects in hopes of being a film creator and director as well as a proficient story teller. I started taking photos at a young age, about 7 or 8 years old carrying a…

A Home to Hide In by Chelle Costello

  Biography: I’m an English and Humanities professor here at Aims who is interested in the ways technology is changing art. During the pandemic, my husband bought me Procreate to doodle in, and it has become a new hobby for me on top of photography. I love photographing the beautiful Colorado landscape and drawing the things…

My Bubbles by Travis Hardesty

  Biography: I am an Aims alum who is about to graduate from the Engineering program at CU Boulder. I have been fascinated by photography ever since I held my first camera. I like to find the beauty in the mundane in my photography by bringing new perspectives. At Aims, I learned to edit digital photography,…

Learning to Fish by Devyn Wood

  Biography: I enrolled at AIMs to fulfill some course work I needed for my undergraduate degrees, though I specifically wanted to study under Professor G. Mark Lewis. I started taking extra coursework at AIMs since high school, and I have had nothing but wonderful experiences. I have had a DSLR in my hands since I…

Wait For Me by Kayla Wruck

  Biography: Hi, thank you for viewing my photography. My name is Kayla Wruck, and I am just your average college student with high goals and ambitions to start my own business and help others in every way I can. I have many little side hobbies that I enjoy doing outside of college, and one…

Untold Story of the E.R. by Abby Wagner

The past month had been gray. Nothing but gray, but my thoughts were only black and white. Emptiness filled my being; food lost all flavor, color lost all pigment, music lost all feeling, I lost all joy. There was no point to life anymore. I had felt emotions so intensely for years, and then, I…

“Cennet Çöküğü ve Cehennem Çukuru” by Jenna Mora

In the short duration that I have spent on this planet, I have been through a lot. My experiences as a military brat have given me some unusual opportunities to see the world in a different way. For the four years I lived overseas, I was able to live through some amazing and awful things….

MULTICOLOR AMERICA by Sonia Aquino Billings

The United States of America is known for its diversity. It was founded by immigrants from many countries around the world. Many people came to this promising land to conquer it from the Native Americans. Some people came voluntarily, others by force. No matter the reason, a nation was founded with a multicolor population. When…

Safety First, Roger by Nathan Peterson

“That’s my baby.” Barney stood as if he were riding a horse, his hat tilted back, enthusiastically pointing out the bar room window. He nodded to those nearby, his gaze returning outside; he just stood there. He whispered it again, more to himself, an assurance it was true, his smile never dimmed. “Just looks like…

Nameless by Zoe Coats

Her fingers were cold as frost-bitten glass. They twitched nervously in her lap, which was absurd because she had nothing to be nervous about. The doctor ushered her toward a chair, “Ms. Oswald, you might want to sit down for this.” She arched an eyebrow, “Just spit it out, young man. I don’t need to…

Little Red: Rider of the Hood by Zoe Coats

They called her ‘Little Red: Rider of the Hood.’ She was the leader of the Riders, the most fearsome gang in Cantum City. No one really knew what she looked like, but everyone said she wore a red cloak to hide her badly scarred face. No one entered or left the Hood without Little Red…

Praha by Madison Schneider

5:00 am alarm. On most days, she dreads the sound, but not today. Today, she wakes up in the glorious city of Prague, or Praha, to the locals. Klara has always dreamed of the day that she would visit one of the oldest and still most beautiful cities in the world, the country where her…

Roman by Madison Schneider

Hi, it’s me, Vinny. I know that you didn’t answer because you don’t recognize the number, and you never pick up when you don’t know the number. And the reason you don’t know the number is because I’ve never called. Gosh, I’m rambling and embarrassing myself. Maybe I should stick to writing letters or constantly…

Parallel Universe by Jenna Mora

You could say I was a little surprised when a portal opened up in my room. It was very late at night, and the house had settled gently into a comforting silence, interrupted occasionally by the chirping of a cricket. At the time, I was reading, tucked under my covers, too engrossed in an adventure…

The Origin of Magic by Robert Beeks

Act 1 The Concept of Creation to End Boredom Shadow: The beginning Elder/Narrator: God/Creator of the Realm and world and other gods Unknown Entity: Unknown Entity Balthan:  A lesser god tasked with the duty to protect and guide Malthan: A lesser god tasked with the duty to guide and protect   In a vast and…

Rotten Truth by Carolyn Hasty

a funeral a crowd of black swarming around a closed casket hot tears on cold cheeks four words, five syllables the sky became cloudy once the golden child died and I remained they look at me I know what they’re thinking four words, five syllables the dull cry of a violin footsteps far too gentle…

at last, sleep by Carolyn Hasty

you’ve hung your clothes on the line clipping each cloth gently with a clothespin praying it doesn’t rain knowing it doesn’t matter anyways   the kitchen sits empty darkness resting in every corner the smell of damp wood and coffee lingering in the air the loneliness oozing out of every inch of your being  …

Cairns by James Byrd

I awoke as I now know myself among the ash trees by a shallow pond, their branches spread wide. After taking a drink from the clear water I grabbed the smooth stones by the bank and considered how I may have found myself swaddled by the ashes’ shade. I pile the stones, starting from the…

A Series of 4 by Jose Flores

Aisumasen  Marmalade skies and tangerine trees Were just a daydream Milk and honey once sweet Is now empty as a yellow submarine I wish for yesterday But now she’s leaving home I wish it was getting better But sadly happiness is a warm gun The Gift Of Ignorance I was once a saturday child Batman,…

Stations by Nevaeh

In this state of mind A prison Feeling trapped in any direction I go Dreading what will come next That’ll never let me sleep Endless thoughts Some call it overthinking To me An everyday routine Some days it’s pianos and classical Others it’s heavy metal and rock Or neither Seems it plays these thoughts whenever…

Insomnia by Micaela Pinto

Insomnia My mind and heart crouch toe-to-toe, To wait for gunshot’s blast- For when it sounds, they’ll start to race, When all but time goes fast. Ah night has come, which splendid feast, Can body, mind, and soul sustain, I, for one, have starved so long, That hope, I know, is had in vain. For…

Fairy Friend by Nevaeh Barrera

After a morning of flying around the Forest of Constelville “flying” errands, I’m headed home to take an afternoon nap.  I have a close friend named Woodman. Woodman is made out of logs, twigs, and a whole lot of personality. One thing to seriously note about Woodman is that he doesn’t care for the privacy…

The Weight by Jose Flores

Content Warning* Story contains depictions of self-harm. (In any story you will ever read, there is a moral or something we take from it, but this story is only meant to be heard) It is a warm Sunday morning as a 15 year old boy is laying on a cold bed in an emergency room…

Spork by Taylor Pankewicz

The day was usual for Jerry. Be used at breakfast, set in the sink to soak, bath time, then back to bed. But this day was different. Today was the day he saw Sandra. Sandra the spoon, the most beautiful piece of silverware he had ever laid his eyes on. After breakfast the usual routine…

Italy in the Great War by William Flagge-Lee

The set resembles that of a dirty trench; the background set pieces have large mountains visible. Three characters are gathered around the trench. Two of them standing next to each other a fair distance away from the other who is standing on a box to elevate his height. The two men are wearing two messy…

July 3rd by Katrina Johns

Deep in my gut, the denial grew Blossoming over till it spilled anew Gone were those happy-go-lucky days, The day that July 3rd came Sweeping away what once was- My companion The heat of summer took you Before the first storm came, You were gone, and it came And I wept

The Body by Samantha Rivera

Characters Jasmine (Jaz) – Older sister Chloe (Chlo) – Younger sister Frank – The body The set shows rooms throughout the house. On the bottom floor, you can see a living room that leads into a kitchen. There are stairs going up from the living room into a hallway. You can see into two bedrooms…

Fire’s Whisper by Braidynne Brashear

Sweet candlelight. Dancing in the depths of nightfall. Sweet candlelight. Caressing the shadows all white. Wax runs down like a waterfall. It almost dies in a cool squall. Sweet candlelight.   Biography:  Braidynne Brashear started Aims in the fall of 2018 as a Concurrent Enrollment student. She graduated from high school and Aims in 2020. Braidynne…

Cold Tea by James Byrd

Setting: A City Court Room Time: Before and after a court case Character: A 20 year old contemplating the death of his mother and fate of his father  INT. BENCH OUT FRONT OF A COURTROOM – MIDDAY I would say I didn’t think it would happen to me or her, but that’s hard to say…

A Cat Named Wallet by Katherine Noce

Once upon a fine, grey afternoon, in the heart of some large city located some distance from here, the weatherman made no indication of snow. The weather had not received this memo and had proceeded to lightly rain tiny white crystals all over the place, leaving several inches of the stuff on the undisturbed rooftops…

String by Bernadette Ledbetter

The man on the moon  Gave us something to do. With a string and a ring We went to find Ping For his future wife was calling. With the strings attached We pulled them together Waiting to see what would happen. When they saw one another They embraced and they sang For they were always…

Summer by Bernadette Ledbetter

Outside was so bright and sunny  Golden rays dripping like honey Birds flew high in the sky Childish fingers clinging to the memories He grinned from ear to ear, “Summer is so warm and yummy.”

A Writer’s Lament by Dasha

I hate to write poetry The words never go where I want ‘em They limp along precariously And they never stay where I put ‘em My rhyming scheme is inconsistent My meter is all wrong This poem needs some assistance No good words rhyme with wrong

American Farmer by Lisa Smith

American Farmer Golden seas of grain stretched out far and wide Hours of work put into the field Every farmer’s pride Hoping the harvest has good yield Praying for good weather American Farmers get no rest Keeping their farms together Vowing to give their very best The unsung heroes of our land We need to…

The Darkness by Abby Moser

Trigger Warning: Abuse The Sun and the Moon I didn’t question that he was placed here for me. The light he carried cured the darkest parts of my soul. I lost myself in him When he left Darkness greeted me with a kiss. I let it devour me whole Now each night I wait for…

March 13th by Lissa Horsman-Gettman

March 13, 2020 I remember it so clearly It started off like any other day The kids were all so cheery It was Friday, and they were ready to play But as the day progressed The stress began to grow We thought we were so blessed Until they mentioned Covo Frantically we started prepping For…

Her Withered Fingers by Samantha Byerly

I believe I could find myself seeking to live with the leaves of grass and flowers for a while. At the base of my soul, and yours too, I feel a deep and unfeigned togetherness with nature. It wasn’t until you led me down that narrow, dirt path through those silent woods, That I came…