Archived: The Opening Act by Morena Sanson

It is said that flowers that bloom the latest are the most beautiful. I find this saying to be true. I have sung mendacious praises for those beneath me, as humility shows true talent. My faith in you taught me patience, that you would not write of me without knowing I will achieve greatness. Though…

Archived: Grief by Marshall Lynn

Biography: Having lived with severe chronic illness since I was a child, I never thought I could make it to adulthood. I lived my days in constant pain, exhaustion, and unshakable sickness – something that carved my bones hollow and distorted my perception of reality. In my destroyed mind, there was no way that this…

Archived: Stone Heart by Nijal Kirby

My grandpappy used to always say that we were all born with hearts of gold. That we all naturally glowed brighter and with a gentler warmth than the sun could ever hope to match, and that we brought more joy and happiness than the peaceful dawn of a beautiful morn ever could. He’d always tell…

Archived: Red by Marshall Lynn

    Biography: Having lived with severe chronic illness since I was a child, I never thought I could make it to adulthood. I lived my days in constant pain, exhaustion, and unshakable sickness – something that carved my bones hollow and distorted my perception of reality. In my destroyed mind, there was no way…

Archived: The House by Marian Hesse

She opened the door and walked quietly into the house.  The place was completely still, and the sound of the train on 4th street was barely audible.  Each step created a small puff of dust and left the tread of her sneakers visible behind her.  There was a faint muskiness of wood and plaster in…

Archived: A Peony for Your Thoughts by Patience Cruise

“Thank you for meeting with us again Mrs. Hamilton.” The detective said kindly. “Of course. Though, I thought this was a classic, ‘husband ditches wife but doesn’t have the guts to tell her ’kind of case.” I let out a sarcastic laugh. “Unless do you have a lead?” I inquired.   Detective Raymer cleared his…

Archived: 518 by Makaelynn DuVall

I walked through the gates and vines to the backyard and was welcomed by a billow of smoke. The sisters gathered, grouped speaking low humming tones, raspy from the hot tar in their regal cigarettes. They wanted to smoke and so they would camp outside and wait between cigarettes. (If there was an in between)…

Archived: Royalty High-Card by Maddisen Applehans

Biography: I drew this as a way to show my appreciation for my boyfriend. I am someone who has a hard time expressing my feelings, verbally and physically. However, through this piece I was able to express to him just how much he has helped me and how much he motivates me to do my…

Archived: Imladris by Phillip Lara

Biography: I work in food services here at Aims. Ever since I can remember I have always enjoyed being a storyteller. Whether that is taking a pen or a picture to paper, my goal has always been to bring my stories to life and hopefully inspire and uplift anyone who finds an attachment to my…

Archived: You Will Be Mist by Phillip Lara

Biography: I work in food services here at Aims. Ever since I can remember I have always enjoyed being a storyteller. Whether that is taking a pen or a picture to paper, my goal has always been to bring my stories to life and hopefully inspire and uplift anyone who finds an attachment to my…

Archived: Autumn Falls by Phillip Lara

Biography: I work in food services here at Aims. Ever since I can remember I have always enjoyed being a storyteller. Whether that is taking a pen or a picture to paper, my goal has always been to bring my stories to life and hopefully inspire and uplift anyone who finds an attachment to my…

Archived: Waiting For Morning To Come by Phillip Lara

Biography: I work in food services here at Aims. Ever since I can remember I have always enjoyed being a storyteller. Whether that is taking a pen or a picture to paper, my goal has always been to bring my stories to life and hopefully inspire and uplift anyone who finds an attachment to my…

Archived: Home Is Where the Art Is by Phillip Lara

Biography: I work in food services here at Aims. Ever since I can remember I have always enjoyed being a storyteller. Whether that is taking a pen or a picture to paper, my goal has always been to bring my stories to life and hopefully inspire and uplift anyone who finds an attachment to my…

Archived: Autumn Cheer by Andrew Moline

Biography: Teaching Art is a passion for me; being able to create art among such a talented group of fellow faculty and student creators here at Aims is genuinely a dream come true. I love sharing advanced photo and lighting techniques with students and encouraging them to push their own creative boundaries further. I am…

Archived: Sunsets and Nature by Armando Lopez

Biography: I am a student at Aims. At first I had no idea what I wanted to do coming into Aims, but now I am hoping to pursue a career in photography. However, I would rather not limit myself to just photos because I am interested in all kinds of arts and I hope to…

Archived: Sunshine Mountain by Clint Heiner

Biography: Clint Heiner is a human, drawn to Aims because of a passion for teaching. He has been teaching history at Aims for almost eighteen years, he has been a chair for almost four years. He uses art, music, and poetry to express emotions and feelings all humans share as part of the human experience….

Archived: Creation Myth of the Kaquich by Kalen Rieman

In the beginning, the earth was barren and blistering hot. There was no life, for Ra’kek the sun god’s unblinking stare was harsh and unforgiving. Eventually, they grew tired of watching only sand and determined to create some company. They cut off a small portion of their luminance and gathered sand from the desert below,…

Archived: Buck Rides by Tyler Dalk

Disclaimer: This is the opening chapter to something larger. I like to explore geography – both physical and cultural geography. I like to show the dichotomy between beautiful locations and hideous people (and vice versa). This piece does contain strong and offensive language and potentially triggering sexual situations. Interstate 5 courses up the western edge…

Archived: Lady Lazarus by Ashley Driscoll

Biography: My name is Ashley Driscoll. I was born in New Mexico in 1994. My first experiences as an artist were when I was a child and would play with paints or sketch my neighbors’ homes while I sat on the curb outside. I believe that being an artist is something that you have to…

Archived: A Breath of Fresh Air by Katelyn Smith

Biography: I was brought to Aims since it was close to home, and I heard so many good things about the professors and the Psych classes. Art means a lot to me; it’s been a driving passion in my life since I could pick up a pencil. The person that helped me grow that passion…

Archived: Flight of Fancy by Marian Hesse

Biography: Photography: An appreciation of visual arts doesn’t make one an artist. As a long-time ‘snapshot taker, I have discovered that abstract photography is absorbing to me.  Planning the photo and finding surprises during the editing keeps me returning to the art form.  I also enjoy taking photos that can, after editing, look like paintings…

Archived: Egg by Bruce Barrie

Biography: I am a transplant to Colorado, so everyone hates me. Then they find out I am from New York and a Yankee fan; it gets even worse. Aims has given me the opportunity to explore many different subjects such as pottery, watercolors, photography, computers, and fitness/wellness. My adventures have made me believe that visual…

Archived: Reflection Refraction by Marian Hesse

Biography: Photography: An appreciation of visual arts doesn’t make one an artist. As a long-time ‘snapshot taker, I have discovered that abstract photography is absorbing to me.  Planning the photo and finding surprises during the editing keeps me returning to the art form.  I also enjoy taking photos that can, after editing, look like paintings…

Archived: Fall on the Poudre Trail by Bruce Barrie

Biography: I am a transplant to Colorado, so everyone hates me. Then they find out I am from New York and a Yankee fan; it gets even worse. Aims has given me the opportunity to explore many different subjects such as pottery, watercolors, photography, computers, and fitness/wellness. My adventures have made me believe that visual…

Archived: Small Worlds by Bruce Barrie

Biography: I am a transplant to Colorado, so everyone hates me.Then they find out I am from New York and a Yankee fan; it gets even worse. Aims has given me the opportunity to explore many different subjects such as pottery, watercolors, photography, computers, and fitness/wellness. My adventures have made me believe that visual storytelling…

Archived: The Beast by Kevin Alion

  Biography: Art is totally the passion of my life and the reason for my existence. Art for me means more than just beautiful things; it is a representation of my own soul that wanders in this existential plane, planning in a way, whether in 3D or 2D, based on my emotions and experiences. I…

Archived: Fallen Angel by Taliana Schmidt

  Biography: I’ve always been drawn to the arts. I find that creating art is a good outlet and a way to connect with other people. Art can bring people together in a way nothing else can. I enjoy creating and sharing with other people, and I get excited to see what other people create!…

Archived: Crumpled Santas on the Lawn by Marian Hesse

Crumpled Santas on the lawn the night is o’er, their glory gone. Their magic wanes with eager dawn Valiant penguins watch the door          Snowmen guardians as of yore Mammoth ersatz beasts galore Plastic lifeless forms they lay Waiting for some midnight sleigh Deflated figures of the day Will Christmas come, or be delayed? Inert…

Archived: Light by Makaelynn DuVall

I lost all we had found in the darkness, and I wanted it back. I lost my orgasm on your shoulder blades. It cut so deep when you pushed your colder shoulder into the iris of my palm and thigh. I pushed back, and when you weren’t there, I cried every night. New boys came…