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.

Monday, December 15, 2008

high-wire acts


strands and strands
of twinkling bulbs
lead up to the larger
trees, disappear into the
liquid-crystal of
hand-held reins and
global lassos

Conrad says it used
to be Sears-Robuck when
chickpea eyes fell out of
teddy-bears,
babies choked and a choir
of lawyers sang well
into the New Year,
lineups at the payphone
indifferent and long

now the dialers are
pushers and swarm
at kiosks, and it's
all about glide-pads
and having no wires,
and eyes fall out with
every new steriod,
surrendering their
babies without
much remorse

my son says things are
looking up this year with
his iPhone and connection
plan, swears to god
he'll be able to text
me,
of course I'm still
duped by the Razor
sharpness of my old Motorola
though never sure if
it'll be the web or the
capture button that'll
cause this battery to take
on new and estranging
dimensions

the buses are on strike,
the salt closing in on my
stoop,
the Moroccan clementines I
bought yesterday are a bit
dry and I can't imagine
the crate getting any
sweeter,
I peel the rind of this
aftermarket dinosaur like
a surgeon,
careful not to risk
losing anymore
juice

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.