Posts Tagged ‘poetry’

  • The Well by Devin Dabney

    Mar 2, 20 • 298 Views • Climbing CultureNo Comments

    Note: this poem is published in Volume 17, now available. Banner photo of the author bouldering in Coopers Rock State Forest, West Virginia. Photo: Jessi Haynes My temple is carved in a face holding tens of thousands of years of strife. The ages echo through...

  • We Didn’t Have Much Time by Joanna Spindler (a poem)

    Nov 2, 19 • 580 Views • LocationsNo Comments

    by Joanna Spindler, published in Volume 16, now available. Banner art by Rhiannon Williams We didn’t have much time Because an evening wind was rising. We didn’t have much time and what was left began to wisp away, suspended in the particles of ice. We...

  • Arno’s Dragon by Devin Dabney (a poem)

    Oct 2, 19 • 907 Views • Climbing CultureNo Comments

    Long before we decide, the path is carved for us. Sliced through existence to be forged for this one, and beyond. The goals we strive for in this life, the roles we thrive in, the roads we stride on, all to guide us through the night of our own inner selves,...

  • An Existence of Persistence (a poem) by Devin Dabney

    Aug 20, 18 • 2012 Views • LocationsNo Comments

    A passion that fuels Is one that burns brightly   Words by Devin Dabney. Photos by Angelique Brown. Published in Volume 13 of The Zine, now available.    The small space Between boredom and anxiety Where we form notoriety for lack of sobriety and...

  • A Climber Who Cries (a poem) by Luke Mehall

    Aug 17, 18 • 1670 Views • LocationsNo Comments

    Do only writers cry when a writer dies? Do only musicians cry when a guitar player dies? Do only climbers cry when a climber dies?   Lately I’ve cried from my eyes when people I don’t know die   And lately there’s been a lot of them   by...

  • Dirtbag Paradise by Amber Roepke (a poem)

    May 2, 18 • 1583 Views • UncategorizedNo Comments

    It’s your mom’s minivan pimped out And only seats two Because if it wasn’t hard enough to live in a van It’s way harder to hook up in one   With a full set of seats in the back Now it’s filled with old plastic bins Scattered with random...

  • Looking Out The Window While Driving by Matt Spohn (a poem)

    Apr 3, 18 • 1210 Views • UncategorizedNo Comments

    Dusk comes gold Off the dust of farmlands Where tractors still plow Fields nestled below mountains Dressed in ribbons of ash. Forest fires burn fifty miles away   I pray for this landscape The surreal beauty. Dangerous beauty. Gone-in-an-instant beauty...

  • The Ten Sleep Dream (a poem) by Georgie Abel

    Dec 3, 17 • 1828 Views • LocationsNo Comments

    It takes ten sleeps Of sleeping in Ten Sleep To enter into the dream The Ten Sleep dream by Georgie Abel, Contributing Editor (this piece is published in Volume 11, Choss, Solos, and Reflection, now available) The Ten Sleep dream is where you learn to feed...