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Bill Pearse publishes memoir, travel journals, poetry and prose, and lives in the Pacific Northwest.
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Anthony’s Navel: PJ Harvey, ‘Let England Shake’
Anthony goes inside PJ Harvey’s navel for his deep-dive of her 2011 album in my Saturday guest blog series. PJ Harvey will be one of the most important artists to record music between the 1990’s and whenever she decides she’s… Read More ›
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Ant prose, exterminator
Then the exterminator came and I liked him right away by the sound of his voice in the doorway talking to Ginger, crouching down, petting her, making some joke about the ants, but then he was all business: what have… Read More ›
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Anthony’s Navel: ‘I’ve got the spirit, but lose the feeling’
In October, 2014 I published a blog post I was really proud of. It woke me in the middle of the night, and I went downstairs to the den to write it. I got back in bed, but couldn’t sleep…. Read More ›
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Ant prose, baiting strategies
We got an ant problem. The landscapers cleaned up all the beds outside and must have kicked up a colony. It started benign enough, one here, one there, but then they started crawling up the walls and in my beard… Read More ›
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‘To become one with whatever one does’
My first day consulting, it had been almost two years since I last worked. They welcomed me in, and the office reminded me of where I’d been so many years before. They were nice and we had lunch together in… Read More ›
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‘That you’re tired of yourself and all of your creations’
I hung the hammock out back on the ponderosas, tried to rest but couldn’t, drove to West Seattle to meet Anthony and Mike for Sunday beers. We got a letter they’re moving forward with the project next door, to tear… Read More ›
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In the morning coming off the plateau the fog looked like clouds over the lake
That April we got married the weather had been good every weekend three weekends in a row and I worried our luck would run out by our wedding day. There were about 50 people coming in to a mountain lodge… Read More ›
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‘Most likely you go your way and I’ll go mine’
We got up. Though it was a Saturday we were out of bed by 6. It was getting grayish out and I wanted to see it. There’s a soft fade in reverse, mornings here. There’s some quiet before the kids… Read More ›
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Anthony’s Navel: Ross Murray on Manhattan
If you’re lucky enough you may have a couple friends you’ve met blogging who inspire your own work or you give you a special kick, sometimes in the butt. That’s my friend Ross at Drinking Tips for Teens, aka my… Read More ›
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This is what it sounds like when doves cry
That night Grundy gave me a ride home. It was starting to snow as the sky was getting light. I remember the flakes hitting the windshield and the wipers, the flakes looked funny, I was still feeling the effects. When… Read More ›
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