[KELP JOURNAL] Your photos have such a sense of place; can you talk about what inspires you to pick a shoot? [DAVID MURPHY] I pick a...

Collide Resting Sundays in October and the sun does not speak Rusting spring waters weaving the tide And the melody teaches dance like...

by Daniela Montes-Bellows Carmen and Grace by Melissa Coss Aquino is a coming-of-age story set in Bronx, New York set during the 1990’s....

By Sam Allen I hated southern Idaho. I had to go there. A few years ago, with my dad, for a full six weeks. Desert, high desert, little...

by A.E. Santana It Came from the Closet published by The Feminist Press and edited by Joe Valles guide readers through a collection of...

by David M. Olsen Jane Smiley, the Pulitzer Prize–winning author of A Thousand Acres, graced us with an interview where we got to chat...

The Coast Polished pebbles pleat the earth: stream-shaped skin the color of all unknowns shimmering under a sky so grey it nearly...

by Rodney E. Schmidt It was midnight. Gloria stood on the balcony ledge, yelling at the culprit who hid in the darkness. She begged him...

By Elinora Westfall Ollie talks. Not that Bridget listens. She’s too absorbed in the mundane task of fastening her bra, a simple action...

by Zoe Boyer Early Spring Having returned to Chicago for the summer, I spend most of each day curled on my parents’ couch, drifting in...

By Isabel Yacura They found the body in the creek when the tide went out. They called it a creek on the island, anyway—it was more like a...

By Christina Devin Vojta A violent surf pounded the rocky shore, where I stood with Scott at the southernmost tip of the South Island of...

by A.M. Larks Lungfish by Meghan Gilliss is as interesting a book as its namesake species would suggest. It is a book of many things:...

By Andréa Ferrell Gannon Claire didn’t want Milo tagging along; he was too old, too quiet, his face too sun damaged, his lips too fleshy....

Ghost Nets Between moonlight and water, my ghosts scroll through the sea with spent fishing line, trapped creatures. If moonlight could...

by Veronica Good You open the first day of summer like a book. The first contact with the crashing waves outside your beach house makes...

divers/talkers USS Squalus Retrieval Mission, 1939 they descend in pairs, alone and not in the cold: darkness they wear lead shoes and...

By Bronte Pearson The sun illuminated the fledgling leaves that peeked from barren branches. The Ozark forest was beautiful, even if...

Confluence Framing landscape, rocky existence Bodies of water, twisting ~ turning Path of direction known Single channel, controlled...

By Ziaul Moid Khan The tires of my polar white Renault Duster screeched before coming to an abrupt halt on National Highway 52. I had...