Traumzeit: Sandstone Dreamtime by Tanager
A black fin of sandstone protrudes from the right side of the crack. I pinch it like a tufa and…
Wearing our heart on our chalk bags.
A black fin of sandstone protrudes from the right side of the crack. I pinch it like a tufa and…
600 pages of The Climbing Zine, including two rare zines (Volume 12 and 13) Score one while you can! *Old…
Note: this poem is published in Volume 25. Photo of Anna climbing “Peace” in Tuolumne Meadows, California by Mary Eden. …
Yeah, we are star matter from the big bang And that love ain’t far behind you Love ain’t…
The teenage Federale slings his machine gun over his shoulder and bends toward my bag. Cocaine? he asks. Marijuana? I…
We just came across an unexpected find in the Zine storage: a small box of Volume 13s. Now posted up…
I’d been driving past this rock, near Hanksville, for years. It’s just begging to be climbed but looked impossible without…
I was told it must’ve been awful for a person like me to spend the large majority of days locked…
by Pat Ament (note the full version of this piece was published in Volume 17, which is now available in…
Me and my higher self, We often would speak Somehow we lost the connection, Might meet at Joshua Tree —Nas,…
Dear Kurt, This is a letter I don’t want to write. Writing is often difficult to get started, but this…
This story starts and ends with a chicken. On a bright morning in a high valley of the Hindu Kush,…
My college years in The Desert were adventurous and crazy, a complete immersion in the unknown. After I graduated, I…
I’m here writing this morning because it’s my birthday. For many years, starting in my late 20s, I used to…