William Pearse publishes memoir, travel journals, poetry and prose.
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Monthly Archives: April 2013
Man-kissing in Spain
We drove several hours down the east coast of Spain to a three-day music festival in Benicàssim. I didn’t plan well, and realized once we got there they didn’t have cash machines. I assumed I could get some using my debit … Continue reading
Posted in humor
Tagged Benicàssim, Björk, DPchallenge, France, gay, gay rights, Memoir, Mogwai, postaday, Spain, travel, Yo La Tengo
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Currency
Paper soul, face soft as a coin’s on its back, on the pavement Looking out the world from the inside of a jar: We are touching but can’t see, can’t hear, just waiting to be exchanged at face value.
If the world could be a sweater and I could try it on before buying it
Titles are important. Like the name you choose for your child, it should match the expectation you have for what’s inside. You have the responsibility to grant the name, but it’s not yours: it’s the story’s, the child’s. You’re just … Continue reading
Posted in music, writing
Tagged blogging, DPchallenge, indie music, inspiration, Johnny Marr, London, poetry, Portland, postaday, Ray Bradbury, Rough Trade, The Smiths, titles, writing, writing technique
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Since the war I smile more
This is the name of a poem I started after 9-11 but never finished. What bothered me most that day was the knowledge that things would never be the same, that no good would come of it. Instead, more violence, … Continue reading
A face for the homeless
I’ve been writing about the homeless who live on an alleyway by my office, in downtown Seattle. There’s an obvious irony in their existence, cast against the large, corporate office for Starbucks and all the commerce and new real estate … Continue reading
Tagged Dog, Downtown Seattle, DPchallenge, Homelessness, postaday, Seattle
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I’d rather be wrong: a short rant on the difference between nihilism and existentialism
It’s late, I’ve had too much beer, and my 23 year-old cousin wants to show me his favorite YouTube video and talk about the meaning of life. The video is by a band called Mr. Bungle: manic, circus music, the … Continue reading
The sun took my eyes and put them on the moon
The face on the moon is a mask, a caricature, a serial killer, no different than mine: it always looks sad, alone, surprised to find itself so far out there on its own.
Posted in poetry
Tagged DPchallenge, full moon, lunatics, man in the moon, poem, poetry, postaday
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