Author Archives: tributaryjournal
Rylee Delaney They, myself not excluded, thought: but surely I am None, not one are the “other” The hurricanes, the earthquakes, several feet from the other All lusting, a storming desire to be the “other” Together, a collective petrified, shy, shying from the other Knowing, it’s possible, impossible, to beContinue reading “I am “
Sohini Mukherjee As the sun set by the Susquehanna riverwalk, the sky took a shade of orange, lively yet soul-soothing. The hills, newly clad in emerald, ripple like the sun rays on my caramel skin, whistling as I walk. The river’s wind pushes into my brown hair, sends me into a labyrinth of my fondestContinue reading “The Riverwalk “
August Wampole I had a nightmare. (Not unusual, but it left me in a haze) God gave me His power, said He lost care For humanity. Left me in a daze And then he was gone. And I was alone with the world.
The Grand Tetons, Wyoming
Who’s The Bastard Now?
Caleb Hipple 1. A Hippie Fucks My Mom, 2000 “Tune in, Turn on and Drop out” (his favorite quote on Facebook) Robbie, my absent creator, holds a breath— he imagines instead her lover’s puffed chest, quakes knowingly, blows on plump dandelions, unsheathes in her stretching garden. Hidden, a snake slides fromContinue reading “Who’s The Bastard Now? “
The Last Spin Cycle
Hannah Lee Defrates Synopsis: Imprisoned and disgraced from their surreal society of plague doctors, Meadowlark and Caraway seek escapism to escape the inescapable, even if for just one moment. Characters: Meadowlark- disgraced plague doctor; not as tough as they appear Caraway- disgraced plague doctor; not exactly timid, but not tough; has a lot of abandonedContinue reading “The Last Spin Cycle “
Aiden Brown I hadn’t told anyone except my parents that I was doing this. I went all the way to Miami from Maryland to have a masculoplasty with Dr. Gallagher. The rest of my family didn’t know I identified as transgender or went by Aiden. Confessing to murder would’ve been easier than telling them atContinue reading “Crumbling Walnuts “
Caleb Hipple David closed his eyes hard enough to see colors. All stimuli. Almost no presence. Measured breaths between sips of lukewarm tap water. The heat of vomit rose from the sink and worked into the sweat ringing his neck. The vault opener had marked the coffin’s end with mud to indicate where her headContinue reading “Metastasize “