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

• Once there was a way to get back homewards

  By Bill Pearse on August 9, 2015 • ( 4 )

  

  My dad told my 91-year-old grandmother, his mom, we’ve moved to Germany for nine months and she seems OK with it, she says. They live about 20 minutes from each other in Pennsylvania — my dad, his sister Sue and… Read More ›

• Dangerous Heat to Build Across Germany, Poland

  By Bill Pearse on August 8, 2015 • ( 9 )

  

  A week without my cell phone now, breaking the habit of checking, responding like a lab rat to artificial chimes and chirps, the desire to be recognized. Benny comes at 5 and spends the night, gets right into the story… Read More ›

• The infinity mirror

  By Bill Pearse on August 7, 2015 • ( 12 )

  

  There are many clocks in my mom’s 500-year-old house but none of them agree on the time, they’re all about 10 minutes off and it’s unclear which one is right — so instead we go by the town church bell, and… Read More ›

• Heat Returns to Paris and Berlin

  By Bill Pearse on August 6, 2015 • ( 16 )

  

  Eberhard and I drove to the Hexenplatz, by the windmill, where you can dump yard waste and pick up compost, for free. Not sure why it’s called Hexenplatz, because Hexen means witchcraft, or miracle-making. The weekly Gemüse delivery came too,… Read More ›

• Full disclosure, on writing (The Hex)

  By Bill Pearse on August 4, 2015 • ( 9 )

  I blew myself out of the page with nothing to make me feel real except the thought my eyes could be my hands and my breath could make me believable.  

• The hopes and dreams of Robert Zimmerman

  By Bill Pearse on August 4, 2015 • ( 8 )

  Not even a week in Germany, and Dawn suggested we revisit our decision about living here, and apply for a year-long residency permit. It reminds me of working in a complex corporate environment, where it takes countless hours and input… Read More ›

• The French series

  By Bill Pearse on August 2, 2015 • ( 6 )

  COLLIOURE, LANGUEDOC-ROUSSILLON LES BATTERIES 25TH VII 1998 Finally got rid of Sean and Seamus. Sean, my bartender friend from Six Arms but Seamus, some angry Canadian/Irish guy he picked up somewhere along the way in Europe, wears baseball caps with… Read More ›

• Lay vs. Lie

  By Bill Pearse on August 1, 2015 • ( 6 )

  BELLEVUE, WASHINGTON 20 JANUARY 2009 Dawn and I sat in the car in the Macy’s parking garage discussing what we’d do if I lost my job, decided we’d move to Germany, liked the idea so much we agreed we’d go… Read More ›

• They pulled in just behind the bridge

  By Bill Pearse on August 1, 2015 • ( 14 )

  BESIGHEIM, BADEN-WÜRTTEMBERG 1ST VIII 2015 Dawn and I lay in bed with our arms threaded through each other’s until I lost track which were mine and which were hers, but I could tell she was awake despite the time, so we… Read More ›

• Closure, cynosure

  By Bill Pearse on July 29, 2015 • ( 22 )

  SAMMAMISH, WA 29th VII 2015 Climbed the dead end road Beth lives on barefoot with a glass of wine to admire the moon. Hoped I’d see the bear that’s been shitting in her yard. Speculated all month what made the… Read More ›