Saturday morning.
Rain falls.

Too early
to move.

As usual,
lots to do,

but the words
don’t know better.

They arrive
when they arrive,

daring you to
put them down.

This is
how it is.

A commitment
from childhood

to make sense of
random arrangements,

words that disrupt
a not-so-sound sleep.

As always, you
accept the challenge.



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.