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, June 29, 2010

about the hole thing

the gps steering us in and
out of Montreal a few
the radio sputtering
the ample-breasted biker girl selling
hotdogs at the roadstop
all mercilessly out of range no less the
prospect of the Cabos, Rosalita, any-thing
remotely exotic
and it's hello to a few hundred miles of
moose barricade until we feed on a
a dozen or so re-boiled poutines
$2 to see my mother
$5 to see my aunt $10 to visit
Parlee Beach and $45 for the bridge
back from P.E.I with the possibility
of deep-frying toll fare at some
ocean-front clam shack

so my thanks go out
to Anne's country kitchen and the
town of Crap-o

at $5 a plate

it'll be well worth enduring the smell
of a dairy cow's ass

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.