An Existence of Persistence (a poem) by Devin Dabney
A passion that fuels Is one that burns brightly Words by Devin Dabney. Photos by Angelique Brown. Published in…
Wearing our heart on our chalk bags.
A passion that fuels Is one that burns brightly Words by Devin Dabney. Photos by Angelique Brown. Published in…
Well here we are, old bolt; let me just say this before I remove you. You should be proud because…
I am a writer, too, kinda. I am also writing a novel. I’m working on a novel. I also write.…
by Pat Ament (note the full version of this piece was published in Volume 17, which is now available in…
The teenage Federale slings his machine gun over his shoulder and bends toward my bag. Cocaine? he asks. Marijuana? I…
“Keep dreamin’, stay hungry, and remember that there is no finish line.” This quote by Todd Skinner in the opening…
“Oh you feel and you taste it and you want to go higher. So what do you do? And so…
On the ledge that night, I felt at home and at ease. We were on the rock of our dreams.…
It’s the same story the crow told me It’s the only one he knows Like the morning sun you’ll come…
*Trigger Warning* This article discusses self-harm. “Look at my hands!” I hold my blistered and scabbed knuckles out to…
I hold and turn my helmet like a classroom globe, dragging my fingers over each mark, each sign of wear.…
There’s a lot of information out there about how to belay, and sure, the mechanics of holding a rope are…
And then there’s Lizard Head. I have never climbed such rotten volcanic rock in my life. I didn’t know volcanic…
Standing there, gaping at this monstrous and inhuman spectacle of rock and cloud and sky and space, I feel a…
In the rich caravan of climbers whom we meet at the crags, people come and go. Some, like the flowing…