The Old West Watcher by Payton McKevitt

The trickle of whiskey splashing into a cloudy glass somehow always drowns out the noise of all my patrons. In that moment of pouring, I get the tiniest hint of peace. Then I slide it to the drunk that ordered it, and I have to pretend to be invested in his story. Most of the…

Lorb Bless by Jamie Chihuan

This was taken off the I-25 and HWY 119 intersection. Coming off the highway I noticed this man standing with his dog under this sign. I parked my car at a gas station nearby and quickly made my way over to the man. This was back in February and I unfortunately forgot this man’s name….

Static Smile by Kado Covnot

Bio: I’ve been drawing all my life, but didn’t take it seriously till about 6th or 7th grade. I love being able to make a drawing, whether it is cute, creepy, or just plain out of nothing and watching my audience’s eye light up. I love hearing the “You drew that?” “How did you do…

Love for Peace by Sonia Billings

My favorite atmosphere is peace. Perhaps I value peace so much because I did not always have had it. I grew up in the midst of a civil war that lasted 12 years which caused a massive exodus to other countries, in search of living in a peaceful environment. The war in El Salvador began…

Queen of One Million Stars by Chloe Parsons

Scarlet memories written on the pane of a silver screen. Rose petal dreams flow while we dance in the vivid moonlight. Pushing away the pain of everyday life. We are free with the stars in the sky.

Head in the Clouds by Linnea Smith

Bio:  Ever since I could hold a pencil, I’ve been drawing. Quietly in a corner, in my notebooks during school, just about anywhere I had the chance. I’m a very introverted person who enjoys being alone with my thoughts and observing the world around me, and I most naturally express myself through art. I’ve never…

Fresh Prince of Boo by Kado Covnot

Bio: I’ve been drawing all my life, but didn’t take it seriously till about 6th or 7th grade. I love being able to make a drawing, whether it is cute, creepy, or just plain out of nothing and watching my audience’s eye light up. I love hearing the “You drew that?” “How did you do…

INK by Alexandra Basting

When the lights dropped, screams began. Jason Vorhees, Georgie, Jack Torrance, The Crow, and Jigsaw stepped onto the stage causing the screams to raise higher. We screamed with the villain from Friday the Thirteenth. Heavy lyrics about the curse of Crystal Lake, bearing our horns as he commanded the stage. Too soon, the lights dropped…

Blending With Your Worries by Casey Sandoval

Hi, my name is Anxiety, and I exist in, well, everyone; however, I am speaking to you in Casey’s mind.  I make him worry about family, friends, and everything else. I get along with my cousin Depression. Depression and I go way back, but let’s talk about me, since everything is about me.   As I…

I’m About To Break by Nathan Peterson

“I got an e-mail in my pocket, and I think it’s starting to melt!” The little ditty went through my head for the twentieth time that day. It was the opener for one of my Strong Bad Emails, an online cartoon I loved to death, and which my parents, for no real reason, despised. We…

Their First Dance by Maria Hernandez

In a small town in Zacatecas, Mexico, the first dance of the summer had begun. Rosa and her cousin, Natalia, were finally finished getting ready. They quietly snuck out the back door of their modest house and headed towards the ballroom in the plaza. The night sky was filled with shining bright stars and the…

My Hidden Truth by Maria Hernandez

My whole life has been a lie. This is so because I don’t belong in my own “home.” I never did. It’s even possible that the home that I’ve lived in for sixteen years doesn’t even know I exist. My home is the land of the free; I am not free. In fact, I am…

Scooch Over Bacon by Nathan Peterson

I’d like to write an essay about my mom, but I wouldn’t know where to start. Should it be a letter, like “Dear Mom,” or a biography, like “Her name was Mom, and this is her story…?” I could make a simple list of attributes, like 1, 2, 3, on to infinity, maybe a little…

Steven’s Story by Nicholas Guzman

Steven Garcia sat in his bed, another long night of drinking behind him.  He lay in his ratty old bed, staring at the ceiling.  The paint was cracked. His eyes followed the crack to the out-of-place poster that hid the hole he hoped the landlord would never see. The hole was the consequence of another…

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…

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…