by Krista Puttler I learned to surf on a gentle, rolling break called Canoes. It’s the one tourists are told they’ll be able to surf once...

By Nadja Velez Photos: marine caves of Ponta João D’Arens, Southwestern Algarve (Portugal). Taken by author while freediving. Through...

By Madison Head Every single aspect of surfing is the worst and hardest part of surfing. Ever since I was a child, my dad has been trying...

By Sean Stiny A hiker strolled past us with a baby on his back and a Glock strapped to his chest. We feigned nonchalance, gave a trail...

By Stephen House I stop my car on the top of a familiar cliff. Below, perfectly formed green-blue waves hit a rocky point and peel into a...

May the road rise up to meet you. May the wind be always at your back. May the sun shine warm upon your face, the rains fall soft upon...

by Sara Marchant My brother, Marvin, crucified my Ken doll upside down on the Dream House balcony when I was eight. He used so much tape...

By Hannah Knighton “A good amount of the job is observational,” Taylor Sakmar said as he crouched in front of a tank, peering in at the...

By L. Danzis If I close my eyes, I see your dock stretching into the White Oak River. It’s sunset, the last golden fingers of light...

Huge breakers crashed as they hit the sand, breaking and spreading foam and froth over the beach like the freckled tongues of some...

By Ch’oŭi, Translated by T’ae-yong Hŏ and Ian Haight The Book of Tea confirms that early-picked leaves have lingering flavor. These are...

At the Mansplainers Anonymous Meeting By Jamie Brisick At the Mansplainers Anonymous meeting we were given a maximum of twenty-five...

When dad took over the stove at Hannukah, my brother and I ate his potato pancakes in cycles—with applesauce, with sour cream, with...

By Terry Trowbridge Nameless relations can too easily go unlegitimated, hence are vulnerable to marginalization. —Adele Clarke, Making...

By Nick White Photo from mcdermottshapes.com The state of Maine has 3,478 miles of winding and rocky tidal coastline. Each beach and cove...

By Michael H. Kew Wee puffs flit from corvidian croaks—wee clouds from louding wonks—voluminous dents thrust into the still of dawn...

Contests Here’s how a winner is determined in a water buffalo fight. The two behemoths push each other around head to head until one...

By Sam Allen I hated southern Idaho. I had to go there. A few years ago, with my dad, for a full six weeks. Desert, high desert, little...

by Zoe Boyer Early Spring Having returned to Chicago for the summer, I spend most of each day curled on my parents’ couch, drifting in...

By Christina Devin Vojta A violent surf pounded the rocky shore, where I stood with Scott at the southernmost tip of the South Island of...