[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...

3 May 2022 On Russia's Invasion of Ukraine   It will go To the wrong Town. And             Others             insulated Their windows....

By Thomas Canfield       The shells were fashioned from silver. They were visible to a depth of perhaps twenty meters. Beyond that, it...

Pure escapism I’ll bet she’s the type that secretly reads door-stop Gothics and would go for a square cleft jaw and strong silence if she...

By Katherine Plumhoff   Carefully read the entire test before doing anything. In order to ensure the accuracy of this exam, you should...

See How They Watch You    See how they watch you: a neighbors’ dog lying supine at your feet, cats in every alley with a hungry look, a...

[KELP JOURNAL]   This is your second time on The Wave . Welcome back! Last time we talked in general about your photography and many...

Droughts (dry sources) The dry watercourse. A stream bed that led to a dry source, the way lit by glow-worms. Something about water on...

By L.J. Provost     Like many mysteries in life, Kaia Gallagher’s had been hiding in plain sight. She was 5 years old when she realized...

The Sea   And then came a primordial sea, by imposing waves and raging foam, a grave incessant howl its battle cry, an annihilatory storm...

By Gary Baney     Sean pounded the three-foot metal stakes into the sand. The triple flute design was meant to stay in place under...

A Lake A beautiful lake -- an unfinished plate of soup made from the sky and finely cut pickled cucumbers of the reflected trees. And a...

By Sofia Huebner   Wave after wave crashed upon the beach, frothing at the mouth, spitting salt and foam, teasing my eager eyes. A sound...

Sometimes someone's phone call is Sisyphus of my barren times. This, my thought may not be like that of the “What’s in a name circa” when...

[KELP JOURNAL] The one thing I always love to ask photographers is what makes you take a photo? What do you see that makes you press the...

Scientific Value of the Subtle Cuttle Obviously, cuttlefish dream since they are made out of colors and are the shape of sound. What we...

Becomings of a sea A girl broke the soil and turned into sea how, each had the same question like feelings of hunger by empty tummies...

By Liz Lydic Coming from Michigan, Janis thought she knew the beach. On the evening before her flight, while chatting on the phone, she...