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...

By  Lina Feuerstein Sometimes, when you wake in the morning, all you see is something gray and shapeless. Sometimes, when you look up and...

The Baby Stretches   The baby stretches— her limbs a little longer than yesterday her voice more assured— imagine, to go to sleep and...

By Cierra Buchholz Emily Janes' fantastically weird and charmingly loveable sophomore novel, Here Beside The Rising Tide , expertly blurs...

Ode to Augusta Wind       Surge forth, Augusta Wind Fathom spirit blood-sworn Resplendent soul tamer Dancing Earth’s regal breath    ...

[KELP JOURNAL]  Let’s dive right in! I chose the following photographs from the many you submitted due to their sense of place. Was that...

Antsy   Current week -- Stuck between Xmas and Auld Lang Syne --   Is tough weak Literary journal Periodwise for us Ambitious poets  ...

By Tom Jardine     IF WALLS could talk, Jasmine Wright muttered, these ones would have all the stories .   She was in a sketchy antique...

By Ajise Vincent   “she was free in her wildness. she was a wanderess, a drop of free water. she belonged to no man & to no city”...