Author Archives: tributaryjournal

Bianca Valentin 

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. 

Rylee Delaney 

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?  “

Vijai Budhun 

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 “