Heeding the Call by Jarred Mendenhall

“…and that is how I ended up in a room with 4 guys and a video camera.” Gil boasted. “Oh…” Fiona replied. Both women strolled through the sea of people that coursed over the sidewalk of the city they had found themselves in. Gil’s way of dressing got several looks from people, but despite that,…

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…

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…

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…

Finding the Part by Jarred Mendenhall

SCENE 1 A brown-haired girl is standing on a street corner, looking around, checking a folded paper she is holding and is accompanied by a blue-haired boy. Also looking. Both are wearing casual clothing. ATTICUS   So, Alice sent you…? JAYLENE  Yes. ATTICUS   To look for a part for her project. JAYLENE  Yes, but…

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…

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…

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…

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 …

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…

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…

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…

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…

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…

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…

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…