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.

Saturday, August 8, 2009

really pissed on this time

really pissed on this time

I read
reprieve into every
flex of a brow
every wordless eye
every disappearing ounce
of shaming saline
and Joel's old song
fills the quiet
with she never gives in
and she never gives out
and the walk home from Gelato's
as solemn and vacuous
as a Tibetan mountain range
devoid of bestowals
for childlike wisdom

and she could be
just chilly for the moment
like this Häagen-Dazs
like maybe if I took a bite
out of that hardened outer coating
all the firmness the wrapper bragged about
so boldly
would lose a few
degrees

but
stripping hard cured form
of it's waxy
cover is a risky business,
all that sudden
concentrated coolness,
I could talk about
the rush of numbing
BTUs

so I settle for the smaller lickings
wait for a milky core to ooze
promise on a stack of well written fiction
to never

leave the lid down

again

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.