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Bill Pearse publishes memoir, travel journals, poetry and prose, and lives in the Pacific Northwest.

• Life lessons from dreaming dogs

  By Bill Pearse on October 22, 2016 • ( 6 )

  The dog in her sleep quivered, you would have thought she was dead she looked so still – some replayed scene imagined to make her believe she was somewhere else, living.

• Mid-autumn morning

  By Bill Pearse on October 22, 2016 • ( 11 )

  

  Sun blotted to a smudge, that’s all. No wind, only jets, frogs, clocks: barely a sound when the last leaf falls.

• Rain prose, the election

  By Bill Pearse on October 21, 2016 • ( 24 )

  

  Today the weather just turned. There was no beauty in the rain, no music in its falling, just a cold, dark rain. It was like that moment in the debate she said about his time in Mexico “he choked,” and… Read More ›

• The 87

  By Bill Pearse on October 21, 2016 • ( 2 )

  

  It’s almost time to go. The body snaps back like the rubber on a slingshot, hangs there limp for what’s next. The clock has a tick too. The cat understands no schedule. The rain has been going all night, it… Read More ›

• I lost myself in the craters of the moon in Scotland last November

  By Bill Pearse on October 20, 2016 • ( 10 )

  We were always with the moon cycle it seemed. When we landed in Germany at the end of July it was a blue moon, when we left Amsterdam by ferry to Newcastle it was full again, and on our last… Read More ›

• This is all we have, right now

  By Bill Pearse on October 19, 2016 • ( 10 )

  

  Sometimes it’s hard to believe you’re gone, the way you half-smiled the same as me — the last time we talked on the phone I remember, your stories about the time you were in London too. Maybe every moment is… Read More ›

• Some imagine oblivion

  By Bill Pearse on October 19, 2016 • ( 17 )

  

  Bruised, angry clouds blown from the snouts of beasts with wings, horns and flames, poet plumes made the sky look alive today.

• The first thing we’ll do is round up all the reporters

  By Bill Pearse on October 15, 2016 • ( 26 )

  If there’s an analogy to be made between the winding down of the US presidential election and a sunset, the analogy breaks down when you consider the fact that most people enjoy sunsets. I debated between a winter sunset, the… Read More ›

• Before we lost power I scheduled this

  By Bill Pearse on October 14, 2016 • ( 24 )

  

  I couldn’t help getting drunk before the storm, I fell into a dream where I never did land and saw my body flicker out, and forgot. I went out for the dark and the rain because why wouldn’t you, it… Read More ›

• How it felt before the storm

  By Bill Pearse on October 13, 2016 • ( 32 )

  Though the storm had started I took Ginger for a walk. It was raining harder than you can imagine, and the frogs were going nuts — like a scene from the bible announcing something auspicious, or maybe they just wanted… Read More ›