Ropeless by Matt Spohn

We meet in the parking lot at dusk.  Cold winds curl the sandstone cliffs  whose strange shapes speak of time  This poem was published in Volume 20 of The Climbing Zine, now available. Banner photo by the author  I will never know. We leave without gear  though Michelle shouts from the back of the truck, …

Do Not Go Outside To Cry by Kathy Karlo

I see it being used all around me to describe women, often by other women: badass. I have always considered it to have a good connotation, as it implies confidence with a splash of style. Diverse, strong-willed women deserve an empowering word that delivers a heavy compliment—one that says, “She’s got things under control.” The…