By Jacqueline Schaalje   The waves were splashing around me, the surf was carrying me as if by echolocation measuring shore to shore. The...

seashells and collectors and foam that licks the sand off their heels. I am treading water, a heathen of my heart, silence to my chatter...

[KELP JOURNAL]  These photos are captivating, Karin. I was wondering why I kept staring at them and then I realized it the off-center...

By Aidan Hass   Sure, we all know how awful it is to kill someone. Let’s be real and not lie to ourselves. If you resorted to this...

The Beauty of Rust At the big water’s edge where tides set the clock, go scavenge, plan, dream. She brings gifts on the swing. On dynamic...

Mad Style by Ronald de Leeuw   Falling asleep in your car seat and magically teleporting to your bed, sitting as still as you can past...

By Eduardo Jáuregui Martínez   What would you do if you discovered on a cold night that werewolves really exist? Moreover, what would you...

In a splash I see some birds flocking in the sky carrying the soul of tides rhymes of mariners – old and new alike in their wings of...

[KELP JOURNAL]  Lowell, your photos are so striking. I think it’s the concentration of color even in--or maybe especially in--the black...

By Humayun Malik     The almighty Eadhrum is weary of granting the prayers of greedy and cruel beings, corporeal and incorporeal, and...

whispered the orca to the whiskered bedlamer  as the tinkers and turrs whirred above, broadcasting  the flying news in a dull stunner of...

By Linda Abbott Trapp, PhD     He surprised me, quietly strolling among the things we call weeds, but that he probably thinks of as a...