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...

The meadow pretended to be endless, Urging my soul to explore the Edenic beauty. The lush was covered with a misty essence, Garnishing...

By Michael Bracken   The maniacal laughter and the sound of Wally Wailani’s surfboard breaking in two was enough to send chills up the...

Obsession   Like great tectonic plates   our lives crack together   Mountains of upheaval   heat and friction and the world shudders  ...

Salmon Jumping    Salmon are jumping thru waves like sun through clouds, in rainbows, in synchronous swimming gliding through circus...

There’s smoke   He pointed out the fire we had just used to cook was not a real fire because it was not attached to wood;   rather, this...

[KELP JOURNAL] These photographs, Rebecca, are fabulous. They stood out to me because of the color scheme. The pastel-like quality of the...

By H.L. Dowless The rhythmic melody of the seductive sirens' whispering chant rode upon the midday wind; inviting, enticing, hexing,...

Hi Ocean! Yells my two-year-old godson. Hi Ocean! Hi Rain!   His mother and I have taken him to the cliffs to see the waters of the day...

There is a hollowness within me that I hope to reach It exists too much in the night And the light makes it fade like a memory into my...