Liam Wholihan's out of his apartment before dawn, taking care of baseball and softball fields in Morgantown, West Virginia. When he's...

By A.M. Larks Riot Baby by Tochi Onyebuchi is a visceral novel, conveying the lived experience of being Black in America with a dystopian...

Three Sea Haikus Pearl Morning of Mist Pearl morning of mist Clipper ships in the harbor: Undressing lover. The Harbor Air Rough, coarse,...

By Mackenzie Kiera I’m awake when doctors cut out my heart. My heart had been growing steadily for nine (ten, really it’s ten) months,...

low tide the waves stella maris witches' reed south node Fiadh Marais is an emerging writer chasing passion in a world full of potential....

Body Surfing Mother said the corn flakes will cause cramps so you wait till your breakfast is digested before you go in the water. Next,...

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

by R. Grimm She could hear her house keys jangle but still couldn’t find them in her purse, which at this witching hour, after that sixth...

Ocean Look how the joining of land with sea or its attempt displays in loops. Slight edges gray to off-gray and the point where who can...

Review by A.M. Larks “I’m a bad dog,” is the opening salvo of Jeff Kronenfeld’s autobiographical graphic novel, Dog Years, illustrated by...

[KELP JOURNAL] Brittany Fields, you are a self-taught photographer. Tell me what that means, and how you got to this point in your...

Some Kind of Retirement Income Our shabby little beachside souvenir shop cringes with shame. The T-shirts, pennants, postcards, and junk...

By Megan Jauregui Eccles Alexandra did not mean to fall through the rabbit hole or win the prince’s hand or impale the queen on her dance...

Buying Gas with Quarters from my Center Console Though it sets behind me, I watch as the sun turns clouds from cotton to taffy—pink to...

Sail One day maybe I will drift A wooden plank, out to sea. Curved, contrived, countering, Encompassed violet (a place beyond you)....

A Small Treasure She said each stone has a face. I walked while even in that sand she was dancing, finding the agates and the sea glass,...

Two-fold Transition The day faded in behind the warmth of the sun. The leaves fell one by one onto the ground, as if someone was counting...

by Alexis Levitin James had been gazing, with his usual sense of wonder and exhilaration, at the endless unfurling of the surf, when he...

That Florida Rhythm My boss compares Florida a lot. She places it beside Massachusetts, says it’s the only place she’s lived where people...

[KELP JOURNAL] These photos are just stunning, Clarissa. Let’s talk technique for a minute, how ever did you capture all these blues?...