Passionate pulses trill along communication wires. Suppressed. Muted. Halcyon form shifts and rotates - a celestial enticement of hope....

By Jacqueline Schaalje   The waves were splashing around me, the surf was carrying me as if by echolocation measuring shore to shore. The...

seashells and collectors and foam that licks the sand off their heels. I am treading water, a heathen of my heart, silence to my chatter...

[KELP JOURNAL]  These photos are captivating, Karin. I was wondering why I kept staring at them and then I realized it the off-center...

By Aidan Hass   Sure, we all know how awful it is to kill someone. Let’s be real and not lie to ourselves. If you resorted to this...

The Beauty of Rust At the big water’s edge where tides set the clock, go scavenge, plan, dream. She brings gifts on the swing. On dynamic...

By Eduardo Jáuregui Martínez   What would you do if you discovered on a cold night that werewolves really exist? Moreover, what would you...

In a splash I see some birds flocking in the sky carrying the soul of tides rhymes of mariners – old and new alike in their wings of...

[KELP JOURNAL]  Lowell, your photos are so striking. I think it’s the concentration of color even in--or maybe especially in--the black...

By Humayun Malik     The almighty Eadhrum is weary of granting the prayers of greedy and cruel beings, corporeal and incorporeal, and...

whispered the orca to the whiskered bedlamer  as the tinkers and turrs whirred above, broadcasting  the flying news in a dull stunner of...

By Linda Abbott Trapp, PhD     He surprised me, quietly strolling among the things we call weeds, but that he probably thinks of as a...

Crisscrossed lures continue to wind around each other while wrathful waves rock the boat. They all yell and debate, wondering if she will...

[KELP JOURNAL]  Your photos are so enticing, Chris. The minute I saw them and your use of wide- landscape oriented shots, I knew they...

By Jeff Stone   It was a joke. Business-as-usual side-taking politics, followed by a comically belated “understanding” of the problem and...

And she asked herself “how can I help my Mother?” She sees her oceans wrapped in plastic, her forests disrespected and her Spirit shut...

By Ella Boyd   The chapbook Patterns on the Wall by D. H. Jenkins provides a smattering of poems centered around simple, elegant themes...

Ocean Above  The din Within A realm Of dark Deepest ark Sprays surreal Nature’s deal Whale to seal So Far Away So far SOFAR Whales...

[KELP JOURNAL] Your paintings are so expressive, Michele. Of all the things to paint, I am curious: what draws you to beach and...

By Stacy Alderman   She’s already gone when I wake up too early on a Saturday. I tell myself she’s at the gym or out for a jog – that our...