Where the City Meets the Sea All roads lead to nowhere Slim, breakable paths upon the coast. A cluster of silver by the sand....

By A.M. Larks Julia Armfield’s Salt Slow is a collection of stories that bend around reality and peek into the often unexamined corners...

How to Remember You Are Alive Warm water trickling on your skin like starlight and the glide of brisk lotion sharpening your legs and the...

By Kat Kovalevska Dana sat down on the curb outside the convenience store. She took out a cigarette and stared at it. She stopped smoking...

A Lack of Stars With its head hung over the road, the street lamp sputters a blue-white light, muttering some sort of apology into the...

By Madison Head Every single aspect of surfing is the worst and hardest part of surfing. Ever since I was a child, my dad has been trying...

How to write a poem Don’t write complex sentences. They are mind-numbing. Note down things that make the room seem brighter. Add trauma,...

[KELP JOURNAL] Janina, you are such an accomplished photographer, the very first thing I must ask is what do you look for in a shot? What...

Solitary in Des Moines County Early spring, a copper swallows the outlines of clouds, horizontal light plunges amid boughs of splayed...

In honor of National Poetry Month, we thought we’d spotlight six different collections of poetry. Read on and pick your favorite, or...

The River emotions / black rocks of carved perception born / take shape / solidify impermanent / the river flows constantly changing...

By Susan Delgado The distance between the two of them used to be 2,253 miles. Now, the distance is even greater. They had communicated...

SEAGULLS Seagulls standing in the rain in a parking lot at eight in the morning don’t know how ridiculous they look, nor would it ever...

By Sean Stiny A hiker strolled past us with a baby on his back and a Glock strapped to his chest. We feigned nonchalance, gave a trail...

My Tree Trunk When the boy sits on the tree’s stump at the end of the Giving Tree, I used to think it was sad because they had both lived...

[KELP JOURNAL] The first thing I always love to ask photographers is what they look for in a shot. What is the thing that makes you click...

How to Swim once, you knew your feet like flippers beach inviting as the heartbeat of the world now saltwater weeps from nine trillion...

By A.M. Larks The Pickle Index is another dystopian satirical novel brought to you by the minds that created The Silent History. And like...

The Odyssey of 7000 Plastic Ducks Big blue built burgeoning towers of clouds, hurtled hurricanes, smashed massive muscular ramparts of...

By Hunter Prichard Tracy bought them McDonald’s for a treat. Dutch had gotten a perfect score on his minute-math quiz and Beth was acting...