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.

Tuesday, November 11, 2008

while at the fruit scale


I've been in an out of
the core since my
teens,
all-nighters,
doing the strip,
always finding myself closer
to the beaver-tail shacks
and latenights with
wineskins

sunkist and chikita
a sure cure for hangovers,
something about the tang
that ate away the
lethargy,
broke away
the styes

I fumble through
the nickels and dimes,
a bosco pear is
extra,
the busker outside the
front door looks familiar,
the eyes I think,
far reaching maybe or
just two dead black peas,
on a good year I could be
driving the cherry-red
mustang parked out front,
other years only loonies
away from
cold knuckles and
a jingle in my
cap

I can see the funky new
front-end on Al's restaurant,
sort of a retro-seventies
flagstone kind of thing
going on there

it's always been like that,
one man up
another man down

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.