Green Glow 84 by Nathaniel Tower
Signs warned me, but the glowing green pool sang Siren song. Burned like ocean water on papercuts. I prefer ocean, but radiant green is me.
Nathaniel Tower writes fiction, teaches English, and manages the online lit magazine Bartleby Snopes. His short fiction has appeared in over 100 online and print magazines and has been nominated for the Pushcart Prize. His story “The Oaten Hands” was named one of 190 notable stories by storySouth’s Million Writers Award in 2009. His first novel, A Reason To Kill, was released in July 2011 through MuseItUp Publishing. Visit him at www.bartlebysnopes.com/ntower.htm
Birthday Babe by Kim Stump
Balloons deflate beneath pink banners; tears tip her lashes. “Where are they, Mommy?”
”I don’t know, Sweetie”.
Ding-dong. We jump, surprised. They’ve come after all.
Kim Stump lives inCharlotte,NC and writes fiction, memoir, and bible studies.
Three pieces by Caroline Coolidge Brown
Louvre Me, Louvre Me Not
“Does that mean yes?” he asks me. One word can change everything. Whitewash a life submerged in shadows. I give him my Mona Lisa smile.
I’m Not Really A Waitress
Don’t let the grease-stained apron fool you. The Waffle House is not, I repeat, NOT my final destination. ‘Cause, Baby, I’m the next American Idol.
I’m Not Really A Waitress
The eggs congeal and turn cold on your plate as I watch the blood pool on the floor. You won’t call me that ever again.
Caroline Coolidge Brown writes, paints and teaches visual journaling in Charlotte, North Carolina. Bright green toenails make her happy. Check out her artwork at www.CarolineCBrown.com.
Forget Now by Madeline Mora-Summonte
He sold his mother’s tattered relics at a yard sale. Her favorite ashtray went for fifty cents. His memories weren’t worth much more than that.
Madeline Mora-Summonte (
) reads, writes and breathes fiction in all its forms.
Two pieces by Annmarie Lockhart
Gettin’ Miss Piggy With It
red glitter against
green lace on white skin,
the sparkles made me do it,
click the photo, hit send
wait for your reply
she could have told him
but he would have
thought her vain
so she let him find out
for himself how sweet
she really was
Annmarie Lockhart is the founding editor of vox poetica, an online literary salon dedicated to bringing poetry into the every day, and the founder of unbound CONTENT, an independent press for a boundless age. A lifelong resident of BergenCounty NJ, she lives, works, and writes two miles east of the hospital where she was born.
Electric Blue by Lisa Nielson
Reflecting off the sand like the clash of every sky, and the beach out of place and for once not the center of the universe
Lisa Nielsen is a single mother trying to balance the mundane with the grooviness of writing.
Two pieces by Mary Struble Deery
Wheeled in, he’s inert, gray and without a pulse. Illuminated like a conductor on stage, Doctor Glass raises his paddles and hollers, “charge, clear, go!”
Cosmo-Not Tonight Honey
The Russian vodka spill is sticky. Lipstick is smeared. Tripping on her dangling scarf she catches herself before stumbling out the door, into the cold.
Mary Struble Deery fancies herself to be an artist. Not a sculptor or painter, but a “Word Arranger.” She’d prefer playing Scrabble with words. Individual letters, even if they’re Z’s and Q’s, worth a whopping 10 points each, don’t satisfy. Mary worked in the media side of advertising, with numbers and dollars, so never had a chance to unleash her creative side. She’s now making up for lost time. If you want to find Mary, put her keyboard coordinates into your GPS. There you’ll find her fingers flying all over.
Three pieces by Lisa Otter
An Affair In Red Square
He met her at Saint Basil’s Cathedral just after he danced his last Troika. His hair gamboled in a kinky tangle, but she never detected.
Lincoln Park After Dark
Magic Slim’s riffs drift through Lilly’s. The blond messenger guzzles another gin and tonic and waits for the bandleader. Lincoln wants him at the zoo.
O’Hare & Nails Look Great!
Whenever we knew that someone’s dad was flying out, we’d lie on our backs in G.G. Rowell Park making letters with our bodies. HELLO DAD.
Lisa Otter grew up across the street from G.G. Rowell Park in Lincolnwood, IL and now lives in Charlotte, NC where she dabbles in a great many things including rubber stamping, writing and photography. Her dream job? Master creator of nail polish colors for OPI. Check out her newest project, a 365 blog with help from her iPhone, at