Under Where is that joy of swimming underwater, counting the bars of the grate twelve feet down? Where are the hot lungs that hold and...

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...

COVID Holiday Infected w/COVID I toss fresh food to the monitor lizards below; they run in jagged circles below the balcony, positioning...

[KELP JOURNAL] I always like to open by asking our photographers what they look for in a shot? What makes you take one versus another?...

Tourist in the City When you step off of the train in San Francisco, you are faced with daunting choices and decisions: do you rush to...

by A.M. Larks The Black Kids by Christina Hammonds Reed is a poignant novel about the tribulations of growing up and how quickly world...

ON PIER AVENUE Of the plunging surf breaking off the Pier Avenue shoreline, in this part of the beach, there is a severe undertow...

by Jake Dean The wave lands a meter in front of her and she’s thankful the lip doesn’t detonate on her back or on her surfboard, which...

Fishes Swam in Straight Lines In the beginning, the sky was tall and blue and quiet and no birds dared cross it. My hands lay quietly in...

ii. i can't even remember if in the dream we had made it out alive the language of the land we were in or whether there were others--...

Geophysical Circulation From the heart of The Northern Gyroscope Pumps out the blue blood of The Pacific With its spirit of peace,...

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

The Inundation of Dreams The old man insists, the ocean will come back while his grandchildren are dreaming. While his sons prepare dawn...

[KELP JOURNAL] We have a lot to talk about, so let’s jump right in. I love these photos. They have such a mood about them. I think the...

By Mykyta Ryzhykh Untitled We soared vapors of moisture up to the cloud Will we be able to return to earth? The white cat of my younger...

Leviathan The whales came in, the whales went out, into the harbour and beyond. Wrecking the boardwalk with their thudding passage, they...

A boy's plea to water This seascape— tinted with the yellow breath of the dying sun— spreads into a wiggling waistline of the sea...

Review by A.M. Larks Taste is an often underused sense in writing, but not so in Thien Pham’s new graphic memoir Family Style, where it...

By Camille McCawley Camille McCawley is a UK based poet. Her debut pamphlet “An Odd Gift” was published by Bearded Badger Publishing in...

By Monica Igoe I went walking last night. Out past the yachts with silly names like Molly and Suaimhneas, and the one-man dinghies,...