The writer, dancer, drummer and painter
Share the same body,
Each doing what they do.
The words create rhythms and beats
Which fuel the dancer’s soul
Pushing and tugging the body,
Reaching, embracing the words
As they are written on paper
And spoken.

The writer sees the dancer
Chasing the words on and off stage,
In and out of sleep,
Translating verbs and nouns
Into bits of emotion and movement,
Stretching, tugging, standing on toes,
Back arched then falling forward,
Matching word to feeling and movement.

Understand the writer, dancer, drummer and painter
Share breath but expend it in different forms.

The painter hearing the writer
Works to reshape the words
Into colors and forms,
Which are set to music by the drummer
Who sat quietly
But now labors to push forth
The movements and words into beats.

The painter rushes to capture
The dancer’s movements
Which inspired the writer to describe
What the drummer has put into the wind.

This is what art be.
A collaboration of soul, mind and heart
Over time and space
Which cannot be confined to one place,
Nor claimed by one people.

For after life,
In the afterlife,
citizenship, nationality,
Race, age, gender etc.
Are nothing more than a human system
Of categories, reference points,
Temporary addresses
To keep us apart!


Janet Cormier is a painter, writes prose and poetry, and performs comedy. JC prefers different and original over pretty. She loves collecting stuff, but cleaning not so much. Janet also talks to strangers…a lot. Her column now appears weekly on Oddball Magazine.