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Black Wings She moved like a shadow slow dancing. She was cold, but very beautiful. He was an artist and every woman he'd ever had was beautiful, though he was small and meek and considered strange by most people. She arrived in winter. She stepped gracefully into his life, as though she'd been there all along. She was burned black and moved as silently as the spindly birds he had been painting. She reminded him so much of the crows that he thought she must have stepped out of one of the paintings and into his bed one night. The paintings, he thought, didn't compare to her beauty, so he put them in an unused room of his house and burned

She By Jesse J. Elks January 2010 She stood there, with her hair glowing like innumerable hot wires, tumbling about her shoulders and the sun blazing behind her. The pale light coming from behind me illuminated enough so that she wasn't featureless; I saw hints of a smile at her lips and a glisten where her eyes would have been, the rest was black, as the sun silhouetted her. A breeze ran up the hillside, the grass danced around our bare legs while her hair flitted and fluttered in the wind like a candleflame. Spring's sweet perfume rode up in the wind, sublime petrichor and running streamwater. The soft light from behind me showed t

First Words By Jesse J. Elks December 2009 White flakes fell from the gray sky, hanging and dancing in the light air, swirling in their descent to meet the thousands already lying on the ground. A cool breeze blew through a young, pale-eyed girl's soft blond hair as she stared up towards the sky in awe. The wind reminded her to breathe and she did, watching the trail of her breath float upwards and catching falling flakes up in it. She felt a warmth come to her side and she rested her tiny hands on her dog's massive head. "It's cold." Dog growled to her. She watched him try to shake the white from his black fur and looked closely at w

Among Angels Jesse Elks November 2009 Well, it was late, I was tired, and I'd never experienced anything like it, so it was weird, dreamy. Coming over the hill to the tall, colorful lights and the noises took my breath away. How they danced like rainbow fireflies against the cloudy, dark sky and the way the cool Autumn breeze blew at my back beckoned me to it, and I was drawn in. I let one hand trail behind me, dragging through the long, wet grass and kept the other hand in his firm fingers so that I could glide along, taking it all in without worrying about getting lost in the dark. Another breeze blew balloons over my head and mixed the

Autumn By Jesse Elks October 2009 Autumn's cool hand swept across my cheeks as the door swung shut behind me. She'd come overnight and had brought such beauty that I was taken aback, at first, by the wonder of it all. I began to walk and she followed me in the breeze that raked through the trees, and in the vivid, fresh-fallen leaves that were shooed after me. The calm chill in the air froze in my lungs and clouded the thoughts and soul in my breath about my face. With a careful hop I began stepping up those gasps of wispy, ethereal life and she still followed me in the cool scents in my nose and breezes at my back. She and I spoke fo

Untitled By Jesse Elks September 2009 A cool autumn wind wrapped my coat tight and had me reconsider my plans. Dry leaves danced around my tightly laced feet as more fell from above, finally relinquishing their grasp on the stability of the trees. It was deep in the season and most had already fallen, but a few stronger ones still clung to their perches high above. But, though they fought it, they were dying. Dying in a beautiful flourish of color and change, bringing sights, sounds and smells unique to the wonderful season, but still dying, as I was. I wanted to go like they did, leaving great and spectacular change. I got to a reasonab

Dreaming At Sundown Jesse Elks September 2009 Rocks clattered down the cliff side. Her ears heard a rhythm and she began to hum. His ears just heard the stones fall, one after another. “You’re in a good mood.” He remarked after watching the descent of the rocks. “Of course I am, it’s a wonderful evening.” She did a little dance for him and giggled. She traced the rays of the setting sun and felt their magic tickle her fingertips while her skirt twirled about her. He put his hands in his jeans and they breathed the sweet spring air. “Don’t you think so?” she asked, sitting with him in the coo

Children’s Games By Jesse Elks July 2009 The smell brought by rainfall after a long drought joined the ordinary scents of a warm summer night and the town breathed a gentle sigh as its residents prepared for bed. The breeze carried two children and the sound of their hushed voices to an old, tall gate that moaned as it swung open. The children passed rows of stones that the younger eyed cautiously and the older ignored, still whispering to on another. “It doesn’t feel like we should be here.” The younger said. His eyes shone as they flitted around to see each stone. “They want us to be here. They want us to do t