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…
Tag: Student
Works submitted by Aims students
Archived: 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
Archived: 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…
Archived: 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…
Archived: 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…
Archived: 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…
Archived: Fills the Cracks with Gold by Dasha
He walks across the fire With strides wide and bold He reaches for my hand And fills the cracks with gold He sees the person that I am He knows my truths untold He sits down here beside me And fills the cracks with gold He wraps his arms around me And protects me from…
Archived: The Unknown by Kristen Kolb
She wakes up finding herself on her porch surrounded only by the sounds of the storm. It is still dark out and she looks at her phone to see it is 3:30 in the morning. It is typical for her to fall asleep on her porch, she sits out there for hours listening to the…
Archived: And so, it Began by Robert Beeks
A young man’s joyful laughter can be heard as the beating of hoofs tear down the beaten path along the calm river. His joy reflected in nature around him as he rides a beautiful brown mare through the brush. A kind and soft face can be seen under a wide leather hat, his gentle eyes…
Archived: Get Out by Alexis Begeman
My palms were sweating and my heart was pounding at 100 miles per hour. I had never felt this way before. The thought of telling my mother made me sick to my stomach knowing there was no way to tell what she was going to say. After all, I am her child and she always…
Archived: Blue Monster by Alexis Begeman
My first day off in weeks seemed like a breath of fresh air. With nothing to do and nowhere to go, it seemed only fitting to wear my favorite Linkin Park T-Shirt. As I slid on the shirt, I could feel the intense love from the hug of my best friend. With her being away,…
Archived: 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…
Archived: 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….
Archived: Printmaking by Miguel Rocha
2-color reduction linoleum relief print. Oil based ink was used and printed on mulberry paper.
Archived: 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…
Archived: 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…
Archived: 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.
Archived: 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…
Archived: Backyard Photograph Through the Eyes of a Nature Photographer by Nicole Peerman
Bio: My name is Nicole Peerman. For a long time in my life I have adventured with Photography on my own until the time came for me to be able to attend college in 2017, Graduated May 2011 from Northridge High School I’m currently a much more talented Aspiring Photographer / Nature Photographer, right along…
Archived: 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…
Archived: 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…
Archived: 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…
Archived: 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…
Archived: 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…
Archived: 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…
Archived: 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…
Archived: 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…
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: 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…