Bat Hang (a poem) by Lex Abbruscato
open jug filled by authentic rubber and stretched leather laces of Velcro rooted in gravity toward the edge of rock…
Wearing our heart on our chalk bags.
open jug filled by authentic rubber and stretched leather laces of Velcro rooted in gravity toward the edge of rock…
Long before we decide, the path is carved for us. Sliced through existence to be forged for this one, and…
A passion that fuels Is one that burns brightly Words by Devin Dabney. Photos by Angelique Brown. Published in…
by Joanna Spindler, published in Volume 16, now available. Banner art by Rhiannon Williams We didn’t have much time Because…
Have you been to the boneyard? The blank eye on the map perched above an asphalt brow there, an…
It’s your mom’s minivan pimped out And only seats two Because if it wasn’t hard enough to live in a…
Do only writers cry when a writer dies? Do only musicians cry when a guitar player dies? Do only climbers…
Note: this poem is published in Volume 17, now available. Banner photo of the author bouldering in Coopers Rock State…
Dusk comes gold Off the dust of farmlands Where tractors still plow Fields nestled below mountains Dressed in ribbons of…
It takes ten sleeps Of sleeping in Ten Sleep To enter into the dream The Ten Sleep dream by Georgie…
In the desert in rains In the desert climber brains Can think of nothing but climbing But climbing is not…
Go to the desert Or whatever place Is The Desert To You by Luke Mehall, photo by: Greg Cairns For…
by Georgie Abel (photo by Dylan Hightower) I was this close To forgetting what it feels like To sleep in…
Freedom, where are you? I found you briefly, growing up in the flatlands And then, you were flattened By growing…
by Elliot Natz Note: This piece is published in The Climbing Zine, Volume 10 photo of towers in Canyonlands National…