Bill Pearse publishes memoir, travel journals, poetry and prose.
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Author Archives: pinklightsabre
The grate-covered mineshaft seam
I tried to lose myself in the woods again and came upon the grate-covered mineshaft seam, a grid of rebar set above a dark, mysterious hole. It looked like a mouth in the ground yawning, dripping. I balanced on the … Continue reading
Posted in identity, writing
Tagged conspiracy theories, horror, identity, prose, stream-of-consciousness, writing technique
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The intensely masculine act of splitting wood
I fantasized regularly about having a good woodpile. For me, woodpiles always represented a unique combination of order and comfort. Everything in its right place. But after three days of splitting wood every part of me hurt. On the third … Continue reading
Posted in humor, writing
Tagged humor, journal writing, masculinity, pacific northwest, short form
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The last Sunday in September
The drive from Portland to Seattle on a Sunday morning in early fall. Fog lifting, leaves changing, the look of the clouds. Later how the fire consolidated down to a few logs glowing red. The pink in the western sky … Continue reading
Posted in Memoir, prose, writing
Tagged journal writing, Memoir, mindfulness, pacific northwest, Portland, prose, short form
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The last day of the fair
Going to the fair was less about going to the fair and more about reliving past times we wanted to hold onto. I’d never noticed it before, but all the rides were basically the same. In the same positions even. … Continue reading
Posted in Memoir, parenting, writing
Tagged journal writing, Memoir, nostalgia, pacific northwest, parenting, short form
Kaleidoscope of life and death on the PCT
On the fourth day we rested only a couple hours from the last camp, still in the burn area. It was already getting hot by mid morning and I got there before Brad, eager to secure a camp. There was … Continue reading
The phone can’t see what’s really real
The month wore on. Though it was cool at night I left the windows open to hear the rain slap the patio. The light was different now, and struggled to make it over the trees. The grass had gone to … Continue reading
Posted in Memoir, parenting, writing
Tagged creative nonfiction, journal writing, Memoir, mindfulness, pacific northwest, parenting, social media addiction
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How I spent the back half of my summer, unemployed
I took my time shaving, flossing, folding the laundry and putting away dishes. I took long, indulgent showers. In short, I slowed down. Stopped checking my phone. Went through things in the garage, reread old letters, threw out none. Sifted … Continue reading
Posted in musings, writing
Tagged #amwriting, humor, pacific northwest, short form, William Pearse writer
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