One Sentence Poems

Pearl Pirie Toddler Running her finger over the memorial stone singing the ABC song. Pearl Pirie is a perpetual inertia machine glad for the tiny creatures of compost of Ottawa.

Pearl Pirie Measured movements I’m still weeding except where a snail — that patron saint of sow weed— trails and last week’s caterpillar is already transforming into a Monarch. Pearl Pirie writes out of Ottawa, Canada when not being a cat-butler.

Pearl Pirie What was settled We spade in a new shape for the garden, listening to the silence in the calling pondering how the treeful of crows would look just like a tree if I couldn’t hear the sound and missed the emptying upwards. Pearl Pirie writes out of Ottawa, Canada when not being a […]