Commercial gill-netting and abandoned gear threatens fisheries by being an indiscriminate killer
If we continue to live as carelessly as we have, what we will have is a planet filled to the brim with trash.
A team of scientists, in a groundbreaking analysis of data from hundreds of sources, has concluded that humans are on the verge of causing unprecedented damage to the oceans and the animals living in them.
Like the ocean that it features, Matthew Hittinger’s poem alternates between stormy and dreamlike, with little interim warning.
The heart of a man is laid out in Carlton Fisher’s visionary poem of death, dreams, and regret. A must-read for anyone who ever ponders missed opportunities.
“As man draws nearer to the stars, why should he not also draw nearer to his neighbour?” David Packman gets to know the guy next door, French Pop Artist Sylvian Preziosa.
Whit Honea was told that men are inherently dangerous. He disagrees.
Kate Bartolotta doesn’t buy into fairy tale love. But love like the ocean? That she believes in.
This is a comment by The Redhead Bedhead, Jane, and Sarah on the post “Can I Overcome Depression?”
Given Rothko’s suicide, I found myself thinking about low tide, not in the nautical sense but as the emotional state a person is experiencing when considering ending existence.
This is why I don’t go in the ocean.
Indignant at being demoted as a dwarf planet, Pluto has more secrets to reveal.
If nautical nookie be something ye wish, look no further.
With a healthy demand and the right demographic, you can make an excellent living selling almost anything: sarongs, rain sticks, beer by the bottle, and of course “chicken…coconut buns!” Flaccid penises = no big deal…kinda funny. It is equally strange to be naked among suit-wearing people as it is to be wearing a suit at […]