Issue 11 Exercise Bowler is now live online!

Hello poetry lovers!

Issue 11 of Exercise Bowler is now live online!

Simply click on the link here to read it:

http://www.exercisebowler.site90.net/issue11.htm

A huge, huge, huge thank you to all contributors who have made Exercise Bowler possible!

Julie Kovacs

Exercise Bowler now accepting submissions for Issue #13

Exercise Bowler is now accepting poetry submissions for the Summer 2013 issue!! 


http://www.exercisebowler.site90.net/submit.htm 


A big thank you to all who submit!

Poetry publication at Farthermost Dream

I would like to thank Ron Koppelberger for publishing three of my poems at Farthermost Dream.

You can read "Garden of Stained Glass", "One Way Ticket to Paradise", and "Welcome, Death" at:

Farthermostdream.blogspot.com

Thank you again, Ron!

Poem of the Week

Last Shred of Paper

Swimming against a background of midnight blue satin

gulls flew overhead

out beyond sight of the window frame

no other human connections within the stone walls

remained not even a memory of their footsteps

from a world gone past.

Last desire burning away in that forgotten fireplace

the tiniest shred of paper that bore the words

“Life simple and free”

blew past the grille

down the narrow staircase

into the violets gracing the

front doorstep

never to be seen by anyone brave enough to pass by.

Exercise Bowler seeking submissions for Issue #12

Exercise Bowler is seeking submissions for Issue #12 Spring 2013!

Guidelines are at:


http://www.exercisebowler.site90.net/submit.htm

Thank you to everyone who submits their work!

Issue # 10 Exercise Bowler is now online!

Issue #10 of Exercise Bowler is now live online! This one is a special themed issue: Steampunk!  Read at:


http://www.exercisebowler.site90.net/issue10.htm


A big, big thank you to everyone who made this issue possible. Enjoy!

Poem of the Week

The Beach After Sunset

Deserted beach after sunset
quiet no sounds from the midnight waters
not even mermaids singing from beyond the reefs.

The last time we held hands
seagulls flew over our heads
crying what seemed to be their bedtime song
but was really the loss of a baby gull

a sickly scrawny bird unable to
catch its meal at dawn.

It lay dead among the smooth rocks on the beach
out of its pain
beneath us
as we sat on the cliff
consummated by the salt air
scent of orchids and jasmine.


Copyright 2012 Julie Kovacs