The Withdrawal Symposium

Elizabeth Albright At first, it starts soft, just an endless murmur of voices that blend into the white noise belched out by the old box fan, trailing dust worms and blowing the peppermint remnants of Bengay over the room. It grows, the shapeless din now a party. Glasses clink together and snip bits of conversationContinue reading “The Withdrawal Symposium”

Allow me to be a narcissist for a moment.

Veronica Fahn To take in my looks and my roots.My bent nose and thin brows.My frizzy hair and small elf ears. My roots have trees back in Mexico I haven’tstudied enough— my European roots invadedthe soil in my brain long ago and kept on growing. I don’t speak Spanish. I took Italian in high school.IContinue reading “Allow me to be a narcissist for a moment.”


Daniel Cohen Tap, tap, tap, comes from the ceiling. A thick cloud of dust falls into the room. Dust as ancient as angels. Tap, tap. Footsteps are the heartbeat of my existence down here. There’s footsteps with broken lamps. Footsteps that need Old Village “Tea Caddy Green” paint that we just ran out of. FootstepsContinue reading “Aluminum”

The Wonders in the Shadows

J. R. Valdez The sky was still a bit gray from the drizzling rain that stained the car windows with the sky’s tears, racing each other down the glass as they collected and dried at the bottom. My surroundings were dreary and provided me no joy. Why would there be a need for such weather?Continue reading “The Wonders in the Shadows”

The First National Edition of The Tributary

We welcome you to the first ever national edition of The Tributary. Authors and poets from all over the country allowed us to weave together their works into an iridescent tapestry. It is one that we here at The Tributary are proud to present to you. From the forests of Vermont to the Valleys ofContinue reading “The First National Edition of The Tributary”