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Reflections on Dad by Tamara Robbins

Since November, I’ve been in Modesto, California, with my family and, while here, digitally archiving the multitude of slides, negatives, writings, etc., that occupy nearly every corner of our home. Luke and I had discussed doing this photo essay months ago, and it’s been a bizarre endeavor, writing about something as personal and precious as…

James and Ed by Luke Mehall

“He always called me James instead of Jimmie.” Jimmie Dunn told me these words each time I’ve had a conversation with him about his dear friend, the late Ed Webster, over these last few months. Jimmie has thousands of climbing stories and has climbed with hundreds of people, but it’s not hard to tell that…

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, …

Climbs Fall Apart by Luke Mehall

Luke Mehall reads his piece, “Climbs Fall Apart” which is published in Volume 24 of The Climbing Zine; the episode ends with his poem “A Climber Who Cries” from the upcoming Microdose Mixtape. Zine links: Support our podcast on Patreon KEEP THE ZINE ALIVE + Subscribe  Score 15% off anything in our online store Our…

Spring Cracks by Luke Mehall

My friends are gettin’ older, So I guess I must be too. Without their loving kindness, I don’t know what I would do.   —Greg Brown, “Spring Wind”   This story can only begin in one way, and that is with tears. Whether they were the tears from heartbreak, loss, or just from when John…