Dearest Luke, I have been meaning to write to you for some time, but I have Zine 23 fresh on my mind and some spare time, so here it goes. I don’t even know where to begin with this. My name is Tavish, and I’m a twenty-three-year-old climber from Seattle. I managed to end up…
Four fingers grip an empty cup. “Go back to your country, terrorist!” a stranger spits, tossing his beer on me as his eyes survey my Middle Eastern features in disgust. Budweiser drips down my cheeks and onto my American flag T-shirt as cars race the Indy 500 track in circles on a hot summer day…
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In my body, I’m a climber; in my imagination, I’m a rapper. The poets of my generation are MCs—embodiments of the modern American Dream—and the music of hip-hop is so ubiquitous with our culture that it’s hard to imagine life without them. I don’t just listen to hip-hop; it bleeds into my soul. All music…
Many a metaphoric parallel can be drawn between climbing and motherhood, and it’s plain to see neither activity makes the other any easier. by Mallory Logan, originally published in The Climbing Zine, Volume 6 (out of print) Countless others who have already made the journey will offer their beta and guidance in kindhearted earnest, but…
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I clipped her to the anchor, untied her knot, and pulled the rope through the gear. “I need more time.” Jessica whispered so weakly that I had to lean close to hear her. “We don’t have more time. We have to get help,” I replied. “What happened?” “You fell. You broke your arm and leg.”…
We finally get to sit down with Mallory Logan, the Art Director for The Climbing Zine, to have a conversation about the history of The Zine and Dirtbag State of Mind. Plus the crux of becoming a Mom at 21 years old. Co-hosted by Shaun Matusewicz, our Publisher Emeritus. Zine links: Support our podcast on…