a note from the poet

Bernard believes expression should not be inhibited by form and reflect honestly, though enjoying a wide scope of appreciation for the many shapes the art provides, it is a personal mandate of his to increase readership for contemporary poetry by encouraging more organically formed and conversational text that reacts to and captures everyday events. He is the founder of two online sites, 'The Ink Blot' and 'The Cartier Street Review' where artists can submit their contemporary art and poetry for publication and feedback.

Bernard Alain has been published and/or featured in a few online journals recently such as the Orange Room Review, Madswirl, Pirene's Fountain, Mississippi Crow Magazine/RiverMuse Press, International Poet, The World Poets Society Electronic Catalog, Bywords, Bywords Quarterly Journal, Smoking Book and others with an upcoming publication in Wood Coin.

Sunday, July 24, 2011

The Oceanview Resort

This is another photograph I took at the resort where I stayed for the week, a peek at one of the many capes and inlets found in the Grand Barachois region of Shediac N.S. The weather would change on and off during the day, warm sunny periods cooled off by kelp scented wafts from the Northumberland Strait. The seasonal residents were honoring the tradition of the snowbirds by hanging decorations in celebration of a July 25 christmas, estranging at first but any excuse for a party ...eh?

The Grand Barachois

I left for Shediac N.S. to escape the heat wave in Ottawa this week, the air was as rejuvenating as the hospitality and well worth the 14 hour drive. The high point for me was the Duschene wharf, a great little spot where you can wait for fresh lobster to be delivered straight from the fishing boats or grab a bite on the patio of the local restaurant looking out onto the marina.

Sunday, November 28, 2010

on power groups

so I called my broker back in Toronto
said I wanted the black Avenger
not the gray one
the one with the tinted glass and moonroof
to go with my black mob suit
and pointy shoes
that I wanted to go
like Thelma and Louise
spinning my tires
racing for the edge
steeped in premium audio
[em]powered all

and he said ok
but it would be the sum[s]
and substance
of more meager means (not the cops)
that chase me down

faster than a
speeding bullet

sure to hit
before the crunch
and final impact

Saturday, November 20, 2010

fer sher and the thing

the mortgage personna

and I thought I'd read them

and I continue to keep an
open mind while reading poetry

but I think it was the way
it ballooned
that made me think
he didn't know


he was signing his
name to

Tuesday, November 16, 2010


when I go back to volte-face and that guy I recall the door shutting after
every disturbance every second away from peurta del sol then out
for a beer drinking back every deficiency as a long-legged
nemesis buzzed in my tavern like gypsies and packsacks and belize and
borderless prints of red-eyes on my amp top
the snap and twang like boomerangs and slingshots the
old me my nemesis never excusing always accusing
I knew you well before you died you hairy legged sticky foot spittling on my wings
you want me come and get me
but keep in mind
I know where you live
and where you don't

Shopping Mall Playland

This is one of Don Schaeffer's most recent posters, the text is hard to read so I have typed it out for you below:

Shopping Mall Playland

even mid-winter light
is rosey and deep
in the place
where shapes
don't challenge

small globular people
roll on orbular color
under mild eyes
floating on
flowing songs.

Diane Recapitulated

Above is a poster selected from the upcoming 'The Notes of a Digital Ghost' collection by Don Schaeffer, the words on the poster are hard to read in this resolution so I have provided the text below:

Diane Recapitulated

So heavy 
when she lifts herself 
from the electric 
legs into a flesh and blood chair. 

"This damn corpus," came 
into my mind from hers. But then 
her face opened at the corners of her broad mouth, 
like a deep Irish red-head. 

And she could dance 
memories of Diane 
next door in our Pennsylvania days, 
before we found paradise.

*Don's blog is listed on the right along with some other favorites.