• Poetry

    It’s the Journey by Elizabeth Beck

    FOCUS On the blur of leaves crunched and curling, the way the autumn sun wavers the road, transforming each highway rise into flooded streams. FOCUS On the music cutting in and out as the signal boosts between the summits and drains to static or settle on an old time religion gospel preaching something like Christianity, with a bitter twist. Better not. FOCUS On the waysides and rest stops with bright shouting tastes available for just a little more than what clinks between the fingers in your pocket. Settle for the dribble past the chemical build up on the water fountain. Touch your tongue to the crumbling steel. To continue reading…