On my hike I pause for water by the remains of a tree. I observe from my sitting place deer bounding past And squirrels skittering through layers of leaves. I hear a mechanical roar down the mountain, Which I try to ignore. A far away crack, then a crash— Another ancient life lost. My handsContinue reading “Survival of the Smallest by Ella J. Rossman”
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Athazagoraphobia by Julia Stetts
The earthworm flattens, and the neon Soles of a boy’s Sketchers light up: The only ceremony for the thing’s death. What’s left: a steam-rolled flesh tube, Streamers of guts trailing from behind: Cherry-red, piss-yellow, and livery-purple. Mid-July heat reduces the corpse To a mummified crisp cemented Onto grey concrete, hot as a griddle. A murderContinue reading “Athazagoraphobia by Julia Stetts”
The Peace Testimony by Amanda Charowsky
Chester County in the Pennsylvania Countryside, 1777 Her father left at the same time every night. Two hours before supper— if he was even back for it. She still prepared the cold meats and cheeses, watched from the kitchen as he lowered his head, stepped out into the waning autumn sunlight, and stood at theContinue reading “The Peace Testimony by Amanda Charowsky”
Same Day by Julz Martin
I woke up in my bedAnd didn’t know the time.Nobody told me I was sleepingFor 16 hours. I was dreaming about shitThat makes me cryBut I couldn’t tell you what it wasCause I never remember. Every day, I walk the same wayAnd eat a sandwich that somebody elsemade.I made a path with all this shitI’mContinue reading “Same Day by Julz Martin”
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Hail by Julia Stetts
Exhuming the Grave of King Richard III Oh, poor hunchbacked bastard! Beneath a parking lot, your remains Were excavated: the grave of a dastard Crouched in purgatorial chains Of sewage pipes and rooty veins. An arrowhead at the base of your skull Spelt a merciful death in battle— But oh! A sword in your ass?Continue reading “Hail by Julia Stetts”
Cloud – FFVII by MK Kracker
Polaroid (a Sestina) by Elise Bach
I flipped the glossy paper, the sun’s glare Illuminating pictures of our forgotten half-truths. I don’t remember them; my mind pulls nothing As I try my best to recall them. Maybe they’re trash. My brain threw away the photos of you, But I remember they used to be sacred. To forgetful minds and blackened hearts,Continue reading “Polaroid (a Sestina) by Elise Bach”
Testing Limits by Julz Martin
It’s not likelaying in balls of yarn,but likelayingin crocheting hooks and scissors. Seeing everyone as they are,Big eyes,listening,Can take you away. Riding prideTo learn sin;It’s like a rush,Arush in a gust of wind. Why are you so tired of it?Its pulling hair,And bare feetOn wet pavement.
Everything Sings by Soren Ashman
Contributors
The following writers and artists were published in the Lycoming College Fall 2024 issue of The Tributary. See their bios, links to their featured works, and social media handles below. Poetry Sara Van Reymersdal – Dandelion Sara is a junior English Secondary Education Major from Doylestown, PA. She writes poetry, young adult, and fantasy. When notContinue reading “Contributors”
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Poetry The Arresting by Louie Alexandris Fiction Failure by Rafael Vazquez Ouintero Justice’s Signature Ballad by Louie Alexandris Art Paintings and Sculptures by Mario Loprete
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”
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