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...

A little love goes a long way. Grandma selling her cupcakes at our church. Coat on as she checks her purse. Frosting as thick as peanut...

By Margaret Pearce I was jet lagged for all of six weeks in England. Every time the kids took me out to lunch, they had to wake me up...

A Winter Dare Degrees below freezing I’m snowbound by dark stark trees dressed as white ermine Inside the little cluttered home windows...

[KELP JOURNAL] Patricia! These photos are so beautiful and they all have such a sense of place but also this sense of … the best that I...

By Kenneth M. Kapp Tomorrow, Antonio’s head, with its thinning hair, would become red, his skin would dry and flake, and over the next...

Cape of Good Hope It is often said: Water seeks its own level. Let us both converge Like two oceans off the coast Of Cape Town, South...

By Eduardo Jáuregui Martínez Power Ballads , a short-story collection from the hands of Will Boast, is a love letter to music and the...

Requiem for a seabird The air was your friend until you were too heavy. Were you hungry but the sea closed its fists? Did you dive too...

[KELP JOURNAL] This project is so interesting, Peter, let’s dive in (pun completely intended). These images are from a project called...

By Jordan Stosius All around her, she watched as her friends died. A crack, a splinter, the deafening crash, a fall. The final gasping...

By Mark A. Murphy "…I saw there were no oceans left for scavengers like me…" --- Leonard Cohen A new dawn breaks over wave and tide...

By Mike Sluchinski Diving into a surf movie always involves a headfirst leap of faith and watching the Golden Breed (1968) is no...

By M. Ocampo McIvor You lap at my feet on the shore, caressing, cajoling, assuring me: Today is not a day for fury, though your...

[KELP JOURNAL] Before we get to the art, a little birdie told me that you are a classical pianist and a writer as well as a collage...