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...

Tom Ryan is an internationally best selling, award winning author, screenwriter and producer. His adult mystery debut THE TREASURE...

THE GHOST OF SURFER GIRL They barely notice those filmy footsteps   travelling around them,    kicking up fine grains of sand     as she...

Sand Crabs We wait for the rows of twinned slits to appear like closed eyes on the surface of the swash zone.My stubby six year old...