By Jack Durant   The roll and lapse of the surf echoed through the darkness. Beyond the lights, it was the only thing left of the beach...

Stars Beckon The stars shine on starry nights On places far away from day's light What mysteries can they unfold That we have not been...

Waves roll in Consuming Shore Crashing Not one like another Rolling in One after the other High or lower Never ceasing to roll...

[KELP JOURNAL]  These photographs, Fadil, are iconic! It is so amazing to view the world through such a worldly person such as yourself....

By Pyper Haarala “Lobsters don’t scream when they die.” Cooper’s eyes flashed to the wailing pot behind Val’s shoulder. "What’s it doing...

INTO HER MOUTH How swift death were but a breath into the next, her undulating embrace awash over me, oblivious to the Siren’s call...

By Sally Elley   When I took up surfing while living in San Diego, I envisioned that I would eventually get barreled. It would be in...

i prayed for the haole in me (or haole prayers)   climbing diamond head half a day lookout past barb wire pele’s canoes beached in the...

[KELP JOURNAL]  Henry, the reason I chose these photographs was because they showcased the stark contrast between the effects nature and...

By Adam R. Levine     When people think of Malibu, they usually imagine the beach: sun-bronzed bodies lying on starched sand,...

Arc of a Diver John Muir favored the American Dipper, birds he found joyful whose high trills echoed above the rush of the Sierra’s...

By Julie Springston   The old Schwinn sped right off the sandy sidewalk and directly into the deep sand. Forward momentum faded quickly...