Bill Pearse

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• We are in the south of France now

  By pinklightsabre on January 12, 2020 • ( 12 )

  It is this time, I think to myself on the couch, that I will want to keep with me forever.

• Procession

  By pinklightsabre on January 13, 2020 • ( 2 )

  

  Fine, wet snow falling. Snow like sifting sugar, adding to last night’s on the lawn, filling in the footprints, whitening the paths I shoveled earlier in the drive. How it comes on harder then, how the branches droop from the… Read More ›

• Taking stock

  By pinklightsabre on January 11, 2020 • ( 12 )

  

  The problem started with the awareness that the days were blurring together with little to set them apart.

• Slim fields of winter

  By pinklightsabre on January 8, 2020 • ( 8 )

  

  And I just have to think, to consider the amount of loss I’ll feel when everyone is out of the house and it’s just me, positioning things exactly as they should be. 

• Once a parent

  By pinklightsabre on January 5, 2020 • ( 13 )

  

  Lily makes a gun shape out of her hand and puts it to her mouth, pulls the trigger. This, on a Sunday in response to me reminding her that she needs to get ready for confirmation class, if she wants… Read More ›

• Boy Scouts, coming for the dead

  By pinklightsabre on January 4, 2020 • ( 6 )

  

  Outside the neighbor’s rhododendron was flapping, the tall trees swaying. We were between fronts. What they call a sun break out here. I remembered the Boy Scouts were coming for the dead Christmas trees but you had to have them… Read More ›

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