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Tributaries: “Land and Seek”

By on April 12, 2017

 By Sarah Van Bonn     “We think we’re getting slimmer, but really we’re losing our youth.” Dee and I are lying on the sailboat: the part they call a “trampoline” but why? It’s as easy or hard to jump

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Tributaries: “What a Butterfly Means”

By on April 5, 2017

By Joanna Brichetto   At book group someone asked why write about nature, and someone answered we write to make meaning. But what if meaning is already there? Let’s say I see a butterfly in the rain, and it’s a

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Essay: “Senses of Pittsburgh”

By on March 31, 2017

This is a collaboratively written essay by Pittsburgh fifth-graders in response to “Senses of South Arm,” by 5th graders in Tasmania, Australia   By Grade 5-1, Pittsburgh Colfax Elementary   In the morning the sun stretches its arms to me.

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Tributaries: “My Horticulture”

By on March 29, 2017

By Bruce Robinson   ***   Recent work by Bruce Robinson appears in Yo-NewYork!, Pittsburgh Poetry Houses, enclave, and Mobius.

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Poem: “I survived the summer,” by Jess Feldman

By on March 24, 2017

From Issue 13 Nominated for Pushcart Prize, 2016   Can I share this happiness with you? Meat on a spit, a trashcan full of yellow rice, this Chiweenie takes a shit by its stroller. All I want is everything on

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Tributaries: “Stable”

By on March 22, 2017

By Karen McDermott   Standing on moldy straw among palominos cream and white; the rain detains me here. Dripping thatch like the tapping of a schoolmaster’s fingers correcting my impatience returning my attention to the lesson of the day: the

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Essay: “Senses of South Arm”

By on March 17, 2017

A collaboratively-written meditation on place from Issue 14, Juvenescence By ‘Waratah’ – Grade 5/6 South Arm Primary School, Australia   In the dawn, you can hear birds as you’re waking. It’s so quiet you can hear the trees bristling together.

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Tributaries: “Last Chance”

By on March 15, 2017

By Sue Repko I turned off Route 30 in Duncan, Nebraska to see the Platte River, but it was practically all dried up. It was the end of August, and it had depressed me. I’d expected water, life. So I

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Tributaries: “Play, with Foreign Object”

By on March 7, 2017

by Jen Karetnick   The octopus found a coconut, hollow and halved like a locket, dropped into its world. A chair waiting for its occupant, the shell rocked on the ocean floor, inviting as tea. The octopus lowered its mantle

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Tributaries: “Mindfulness”

By on March 1, 2017

By Joan Moritz   Frost pays attention to everything. It is curious about each bump and crevice of a roof tile, fascinated by the folds of a winter flower, every vein and serration, the edge of a broken petal no