The Moment When My Brain Realizes We Are Part of Something Bigger I bend to pick up half a translucent plastic milk bottle buried in the...

By Sarah Denison Each winter morning throughout my childhood began the same: I would sit at the kitchen table and gaze out of the window...

Midnight Surf Pantoum It is like you’ve died, my salty cherub, and I am left beheld by a gone pair of blue eyes. I’ll put on moaning,...

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...