She is Unfulfilled – B.M. Hronich

The harp’s notes fluttering along the horizon Each kiss, each whisper, floating on the gentle breeze Auroras stretching past the symphony of stars A majestic muse unraveling with ease The marigolds, the lilies, the daisies dancing The beautiful reverie in which they seize Whispers of the life unseen Ideas and fantasies unraveling Fingertips skimming pastContinue reading “She is Unfulfilled – B.M. Hronich”

Pelagic – Danielle Slater

Do the benthic creatures ever look up? Would they mistake my buoyancy for flight? I float amongst a constellation of bioluminescence Perpetually bathed in hues of blue light To the bottom of the ocean, I am a bird To the birds, I am a negligible ant in the dirt. But I’m not foolish enough toContinue reading “Pelagic – Danielle Slater”

Running – Viach

I’ve started going on a run every night. Good training for my line of work. More importantly, it helps with the shakes, you know? The shakes. They start from the base of the spine (a tingle at first, a warning) and crawl their way to my scalp to my arms to my hands till youContinue reading “Running – Viach”

The Arresting by Louie Alexandris

Caravaggio and me hanging in the back, Me and Caravaggio hanging way back. We sing, we dance, we know no better Then the blessed rest, for the great sacrifice Of the fleshed man. Still, when I awaken in a cold sweat, And sing my foolish song; Horror, Horror, Horror To the man of that day.Continue reading “The Arresting by Louie Alexandris”

Justice’s Signature Ballad by Louie Alexandris

The sun had started to dawn in the East. Its youthful rays spread across the wide swath of the barren plains and dusty dunes. The streams of light baked the ground underfoot into fine silica that seemed to flow every which way with the gentle breeze of the winds. Out of the sands, sun-baked stonesContinue reading “Justice’s Signature Ballad by Louie Alexandris”

Failure by Rafael Vazquez Quintero

Daniel Marsh’s arm bent around the two white sheets of paper on his desk. Halfway through filling the bubble on his answer sheet, he heard the hushed voice of Nicky Smith to his left, followed by a swift kick to his sneakers: “Let me copy, four-eyes.” Nick Smith was the menace most kids in Mrs.Continue reading “Failure by Rafael Vazquez Quintero”

Letter From the Editor – National Issue 2, Spring 2024

The Tributary is ecstatic to produce the second installment of our national journal. This issue deals with personal turmoil and growth. Everyone will end up in situations that are not ideal; how you grow from and deal with the situation is what matters. Allow yourself to blossom into your true skin. We at The TributaryContinue reading “Letter From the Editor – National Issue 2, Spring 2024”