The gatekeepers guarding the door
Between hell and earth,
Will always try to brush you off,
Like you were dust that settled
On the furniture.

No one was sure who was in charge
Of the gatekeepers.
Neither god nor devil cared
As long the door held both worlds in place.

Because the gatekeepers were the ones
Who could guide the spirit to and or from
As quickly as breath could displace thoughts.
Or their words could become the stones
That weighted and bound history in place.
Their words could awaken a dreamer
But only if…


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.