I started with crayons,
worked my way to
paints, magic colors,
applied brush stokes.

Possibilities endless.
Colors gone wild. Images
from past, present
and some tomorrows.

Faces collected
over time, spilled onto
canvases, everyday images
recycled, reshaped.

People transported
from here to there not
in real time, my time,
seeing me as I am.

All of them
inspire me
to tell a story
without words.

Sometimes silence
can be good for a soul,
guilty of filling
in the blanks

with memories of
people who passed by
trying to get from
here to there.


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