Crab Trap (for Jackie Bastian)   Sand in our sandals. Two sirens in tow.   One warm summer evening. The stars all aglow.   We paired...

[KELP JOURNAL]  Kimberly, I usually like to hear about how artists found their form. So, what is your origin story? How did you come to...

two oceans august. glimpses of life beyond the bridge. warmth dancing over burnt skin. a silver ring hangs in midair. garnets, pearls...

By Carolyn Martin   Joanne Durham’s entertaining and inspiring chapbook, On Shifting Shoals,  epitomizes Wallace Stevens’ famous...

Fanfare The carpenter bees thriving in the eaves and the obliterating sun, the futility of a breeze, the roses with hooked thorns, the...

By R. P. Singletary       The gator submerged back into the muddy banks of the Santee , and I paddled my kayak east of the sand bars,...

Sea dreaming   When the sun beats down in Cambridge I long to see the sea, to taste the salt that's in the air, to paddle leisurely.   To...

By Cypress Wilde   Their appendages stretched out in front of me, white and prickly. It is getting much,  much warmer here in the Florida...

Tidal Prophecy: Gezeitenwelle   We don’t know the sea, you say, gazing from the sky-stretching pier. Bricks towering over rippled sand,...

[KELP JOURNAL]  Let’s jump right in: your bio says that you are a “folk photographer” and I don’t think I have ever heard that term. Can...

Brandt’s Cormorants   Ghoulish cormorants forage California Current, plunge forty feet below ocean waves, skewer their next silvery meal,...

By Cierra Buchholz   Buster: A Dog, by George Pelecanos, is an 88 page novella narrated by Buster, the family dog, that gives readers a...

Triolets - Seeking After Driftwood “We are like islands in the sea, separate on the surface but connected on the deep.” - William James  ...

By Rutger Middelburg   I have always loved the sea. Loved everything about it; from the peacefully reflective mirror, making the light of...

By Ralph La Rosa My inner fish alerts me, when I’m peckish, that through eons I’d been a dish delish, to fish! That even now I nosh kin’s...

Breakwater   Against the wash of time and tide, great granite walls stretch out, away, cutting in two the incoming flow. Protecting,...

The Collector   I once saw a lighthouse that pulled poems to the shore: sleek fishy poems that cut through the water like shooting stars,...

[KELP JOURNAL]  Before we dive into the work, I always like to ask our artists what their origin story is. How did you come to be an...

By Beata Stasak     Fear prickling my feat try to ignore the pounding in my ears five meters beneath me the dark...

By A.M. Larks Creatures,  the first novel by Crissy Van Meter, is like free diving in an ocean of relationships, where one holds their...