America happens to me. It happens when other places don’t. There’s magic. You need to look at the neon cords of traffic from a hotel up...

is what anchors marine vegetation instead of roots for drawing nutrients if this were soil instead of sand, keeps it   from drifting into...

[KELP JOURNAL] At first, Mandy, I thought that these were regular photographs but they are not. It looks like you’ve softened the edges...

By Sophie Hermann My weary arms ached as I hammered in the final nail. There wasn’t much I could do for the ruined fence, but my sorry...

Snowed   The snow fills me like an IV needle, and there is a snowstorm in my brain. Snow is falling today. It's overwhelming, like my...

By A.M. Larks   It was only fitting that the best time in my schedule to see Theatreworks’ production of “Happy Pleasant Valley: A Senior...

Sea lions sound the cave walls, sound the waves beating against the cave entrance, sound the fissures and holes the waves make,   shaped...

[KELP JOURNAL] Let’s dive right in, Srishty! You and I chose these photographs because they share a theme: journey. Each photo takes the...

By Rachel Schmidt   Our fifteenth birthdays have all been marked by the first trip to the surface. Donning braids woven with sea glass...