Silent Partners by Luke Mehall
I know he knows. Adam Lawton is proud. In every group of adventurers, there is a leader, and every great…
Wearing our heart on our chalk bags.
I know he knows. Adam Lawton is proud. In every group of adventurers, there is a leader, and every great…
It’s 1981, and I’m 22 years old, about to graduate from college, trying to sort out what happens next. And…
As I listened to my boyfriend make his tenth phone call of the hour, I absentmindedly stirred vegetables and reflected…
Over hundreds of thousands of years, water has trickled, raged, and poured down cracks and creases, winding and weaving through…
Story/poetry list for our new Zine, Volume 25, which is now printed. Big congratulations to all the writers. Due to…
I. Trapped Kaiser Santa Clara Hospital, June 2018 The haul bag sits, a stuffed pig in the trunk. Cams, nuts,…
No place soaks up sun like the Johnny Cat enclave at the Cat Wall, Indian Creek. The maroon cliffs are…
The black-and-white photograph is small and square, half a century old, showing my grandmother posing in front of the dark,…
In the late 1300s, experts point to drought and other environmental stressors impacting the Puebloan people in the Southwest leading…
And so castles made of sand Fall into the sea eventually —Jimi Hendrix, “Castles Made of Sand” “Did you hear…
Walking up to the base of Freerider, I felt rested, light, but increasingly nervous. Two years ago, I’d never climbed…
Then, when all seemed like peace had been restored to my existence, 9/11 happened. I was out on a morning…
Many a metaphoric parallel can be drawn between climbing and motherhood, and it’s plain to see neither activity makes the…
I clipped her to the anchor, untied her knot, and pulled the rope through the gear. “I need more time.”…
I see it being used all around me to describe women, often by other women: badass. I have always considered…