santa barbara and the entire California coast
feels like hell is oozing through the soil
and into our lives,
but I still go on assignments,
talk with people about their business,
listen to songs of other people’s worlds,
how they play their melodies in the major key.
I ask why?
why not the minor key?
down below where it’s aphotic and serene,
sometimes a little grimy?
but the songs still play,
and they continue to publish my stories
multiple times a week
while the earth stands still and
oozes its boiling breath from a deity in hell.
Featured Image by Alycia Vreeland