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

• Let’s pretend we’re blind

  By Bill Pearse on October 24, 2015 • ( 25 )

  

  I get lost in the canal side streets as I knew I would and lose track of the names, but recognise a jar of olives in a store front window and remember it was on my left before, and stop to turn… Read More ›

• Listening to the band Suicide in an Amsterdam loft

  By Bill Pearse on October 23, 2015 • ( 22 )

  

  When we leave Germany, the vines growing up my mom’s house have lost most of their leaves and her courtyard has a battered look to it with all the dead and the dying lying on top of each other —… Read More ›

• Pinklightsabre Announces UK Winter Tour

  By Bill Pearse on October 21, 2015 • ( 28 )

  

  Here is a list of where we’ll be when in the UK, for anyone who wants to pop by or meet up or look after our kids so Dawn and I can go to a pub. If you’ve been to… Read More ›

• ‘Strangeways, here we come’

  By Bill Pearse on October 20, 2015 • ( 38 )

  

  When I lent Benny’s dad Christoph a book on German history and explained the author’s premise, that too much focus had been placed on the Hitler years, he said that’s because no one told them what happened, no one talked… Read More ›

• The world of nameless birds

  By Bill Pearse on October 16, 2015 • ( 19 )

  The cemetery birds sing a more soulful tune in the dark of the tree’s last leaves, like ghosts, most pass by unseen, real for just a moment, it seems. And the cemetery rocks look the same as any other stones, the… Read More ›

• “All Right Now”

  By Bill Pearse on October 15, 2015 • ( 54 )

  

  When I started up at my last job, the corporate memos were the same style as a competitor I worked for prior, because the competitor had stolen the Word template and just changed the logo at the top, but kept the… Read More ›

• Oz never did give nothing to the Tin Man

  By Bill Pearse on October 14, 2015 • ( 19 )

  

  Mom and I split a tab of chocolate I brought back from Prague and walk the dog down to the fields, the dog like the rest of us gone fat and walking funny, fat from eating bad things and snacking… Read More ›

• Prague 3

  By Bill Pearse on October 13, 2015 • ( 14 )

  

  My left heel hasn’t been right since I tripped down the steps in the Bahnhof on the way to a beer festival a couple weeks ago, the traditional Bavarian Trachten shoes a half-size too big, making it that much harder… Read More ›

• The piper will lead us to reason

  By Bill Pearse on October 7, 2015 • ( 25 )

  

  At the German school, the kids get dismissed for five minutes between every class to go outside and get some fresh air or have a smoke, some of the younger ones play on the climbing bars and hang upside down… Read More ›

• Americans just think they can go anywhere (2)

  By Bill Pearse on October 6, 2015 • ( 6 )

  

  We met Eberhard and drove to the Landratsamt to get our new/used German car registered, by the police station and other government offices where he worked as a cop for 40 years. We took a number and sat, and the… Read More ›