It’s all here. Swollen whale tongue, sandcaked and sunripe, split open with estuary blessing to sweet rot   Chewing on philosophy at the...

America happens to me. It happens when other places don’t. There’s magic. You need to look at the neon cords of traffic from a hotel up...

is what anchors marine vegetation instead of roots for drawing nutrients if this were soil instead of sand, keeps it   from drifting into...

[KELP JOURNAL] At first, Mandy, I thought that these were regular photographs but they are not. It looks like you’ve softened the edges...

By Sophie Hermann My weary arms ached as I hammered in the final nail. There wasn’t much I could do for the ruined fence, but my sorry...

Snowed   The snow fills me like an IV needle, and there is a snowstorm in my brain. Snow is falling today. It's overwhelming, like my...

By A.M. Larks   It was only fitting that the best time in my schedule to see Theatreworks’ production of “Happy Pleasant Valley: A Senior...

Sea lions sound the cave walls, sound the waves beating against the cave entrance, sound the fissures and holes the waves make,   shaped...

[KELP JOURNAL] Let’s dive right in, Srishty! You and I chose these photographs because they share a theme: journey. Each photo takes the...

By Rachel Schmidt   Our fifteenth birthdays have all been marked by the first trip to the surface. Donning braids woven with sea glass...

Women whose hair never gets wet convene like broken shells do at the edge of waves   They assemble in beach chairs like ancestors sat...

By Sean Stiny   * THIRD PLACE WINNER ANIMAL ESSAY CONTEST *   Trigger warning: Image of Dead Animal There's a gray fox in my black...

I walked the beach at sunrise and watched humans  chatting with their dogs who like any child of any age ran headlong toward the surf to...

[KELP JOURNAL] Hassan, I know we are here to talk about art and how life is influenced by art and art life, but  as a former athlete, I...

By Danielle Altman   I kneeled next to the elephant seal on San Simeon beach at dawn. It had been disemboweled and was missing half its...

this late at night the road’s a spine, streetlight vertebrae flickering through periphery, river lungs breathing beneath satin sky waves...

By A.M. Larks     Crime Plus Music, edited by Jim Fusilli, is a noir anthology published in 2016 whose crime stories are all inspired by...

Waters of Kanazawa (a meditation) I sit.  I listen to water trickle like cotton mallets on bamboo.  I sit.  I wait for whisper truth to...

[KELP JOURNAL] These photos evoke such a strong emotion of sadness. Isolation is a pervasive feeling of the figures that are set in the...

By Heather Picardat I always hate waking up this way, dry, peeling and full of bugs. The last 13 mornings have been a repeat of the same...