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, November 30, 2008

a little vinegar please


On the busiest days the crackle of steaming
peanut oil seems to meander it's way
through city traffic, an invisible magnet
leading me to a stop I make often before
heading out to the super mall near the
MacKenzie Street bridge, the calm before
the storm, a last chance to carb up, and
the doctor says I've got to cut it out or
I'll have a heart-attack and it won't seem
like such a bargain, of course anything
from the deep frier would come at a cost,
and I understand what he's saying, it's
the cholesterol, it's going to kill me,
and I realize the guy handing me the change
at the french fry stand doesn't speak a
word of english and it doesn't matter
because even if he did go to medical school
and had an opinion on that fat-like
substance lining my artery walls I wouldn't
give a shit, it all comes down to a
couple toonies and a bit of extra gravy
for fifty cents, no installments, no
deferrals, no hidden charges or contracts,
and if I time it right, no waiting in
line, my day couldn't be simpler, it's
everything else that's going kill me.

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
harmlessness
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.