Bill Pearse

No deep binds

By Bill Pearse on February 20, 2026 • ( 9 )

The house on the lake road sold and now with it occupied the lights weren’t on 24/7, making it look like a gallery showroom in the dark. Instead just the porch and a room upstairs were lit in what must… Read More ›

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Men curling

By Bill Pearse on February 18, 2026 • ( 2 )

It might have been our one shot at snow this winter in the lowlands, though scant. At the trailhead the sign meant to say Discover Pass Required but someone had whited out the P so it said Discover ass Required…. Read More ›
Oh so weird and wonderful

By Bill Pearse on February 16, 2026 • ( 8 )

It took me all week to eat the Frito pie, that 70s classic of sautéed beef and chili powder, canned enchilada sauce, fried onion, beans, melted cheese and corn chips. When I served it for the Super Bowl people just… Read More ›
The no-shame inventory reflection

By Bill Pearse on February 12, 2026 • ( 18 )

This is a hard one. There are the memories you go back to and savor and then the ones you shy away from. Some are non-memories, like moments that could have been memorable but got squandered. It all swirls around… Read More ›
Winter’s teeth

By Bill Pearse on February 10, 2026 • ( 11 )

On one end of the sky the crescent moon, an earring made of boneand on the other the rising sun, soft candlelight—in between there was us, the earth, with all blue above.Winter’s teeth still on the wind. Birds beckoning for… Read More ›
Another window

By Bill Pearse on February 8, 2026 • ( 6 )

I went back up Tiger Mountain but this time in the dark, walking mostly by moonlight. It takes about an hour to get to the top and it’s a well-groomed trail, though there are some big rocks to watch out… Read More ›
Dead or alive

By Bill Pearse on February 5, 2026 • ( 8 )

Up before the birds, walking in the dark. They say you shouldn’t be alone at the state park when it’s low light with the cougars so I walk in the neighborhood instead. It’s no fun worrying about cougars anyway, looking… Read More ›
Mensis Februarius

By Bill Pearse on February 3, 2026 • ( 2 )

You get enough light to walk by now a half an hour before sunrise. Still it was too dark and I jumped the gun driving to the state park in the rain. You could see it in the headlights and… Read More ›
Your own personal Jesus

By Bill Pearse on January 30, 2026 • ( 10 )

Thirty years ago I moved to Seattle, sight unseen. I was living in Philadelphia with my girlfriend in an artist loft in a bad part of town. That winter in Philadelphia was the worst one in years, as was the… Read More ›
That one January in the UK

By Bill Pearse on January 29, 2026 • ( 7 )

As January came to a close we left our rental in Bath and made our way down to Canterbury. I remember thinking we’ll probably never be back here, and feeling a sadness in that. But it was more the fact… Read More ›