Bill Pearse

Recent Posts

A Christmas bedtime story from pinklightsabre

By pinklightsabre on December 24, 2021 • ( 20 )

If you had just been there, you would know what I mean. The feeling of that day and why it was so special, why I was trying to hold onto the moment. We spent a year living with my mom… Read More ›
The weight of all we felt

By pinklightsabre on December 22, 2021 • ( 14 )

This day could be drawn in pencil it’s so drab. The roads are wet with rain and the leaves are down, the birch with their spindly arms and dragon eyes, a tangle of dead leaves, a lone bird…this feeling of… Read More ›
Letter never sent to my professor, ‘DHG’

By pinklightsabre on December 1, 2021 • ( 32 )

What planet were you from? You wrote that on one of my papers. We were all trying to be different, to find our voice. You helped us find ourselves.
How to drink Scotch

By pinklightsabre on November 23, 2021 • ( 27 )

The layering of these behaviors was something to unravel when it came time to quit. Because the neural networks in his head, whatever wiring existed there, were largely drawn and defined by alcohol. The pathways to pleasure were like motorways on a map. Either he had to stop visiting those towns or find a new route.
One small thing

By pinklightsabre on November 11, 2021 • ( 13 )

This is the color of November. Mainly gray, with dabs of red and gold. The trees have just enough leaves to remind you they once had more. And so the season bends towards absence. A harvest, a feeling of fullness,… Read More ›
Fall back

By pinklightsabre on October 31, 2021 • ( 12 )

It’s the last Sunday in October, dry, and I’ve just torn up the front garden beds and transplanted everything to the back. Like Dawn used to say about our basement in West Seattle, the back of the yard is where… Read More ›
The dead

By pinklightsabre on October 28, 2021 • ( 16 )

It’s that desperate time of year when most of the leaves are down and my morning walks are dark and windy. The time of year I took my last solo backpacking trip, last October. I’d quit drinking and the trip… Read More ›
Role playing games

By pinklightsabre on October 24, 2021 • ( 22 )

He hunched over his plate the way his father would and drizzled olive oil over his beans like the Italians. But it was unlikely his dad ever did that, he wasn’t the adventurous kind. He loved his dad for the… Read More ›
Winter over

By pinklightsabre on October 17, 2021 • ( 13 )

The walk was wet, the ground spongey. The leaves on the trees looking desperate, red or gold. He saw himself in those leaves and how they hung on. He sat on a dry rock beneath the trees on the lakeshore… Read More ›