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

• 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 ›

• Who made the constellations

  By Bill Pearse on July 28, 2015 • ( 8 )

  The days fanned out, an ocean of stars came into view And Crow was there too, a star in each eye gave him sight — the same glow on his wings gave him flight, and though it took a million or more… Read More ›

• That was a lifetime ago in West Seattle

  By Bill Pearse on July 26, 2015 • ( 13 )

  

  The house just hugs you, Beth said about our place in West Seattle. Mike asked if they still had the speakers I left in the living room ceiling but I didn’t think to look. I parked a few spaces up,… Read More ›

• Dots on the hill

  By Bill Pearse on July 24, 2015 • ( 13 )

  

  Last Friday in the States until sometime next spring. Moon fattens to a claw. Danced the trifecta of drink starting with Tequila out of pint glasses sucked through straws, licking the sides, backcountry animal tongue. Took the morning walk to… Read More ›

• Made up dreams

  By Bill Pearse on July 23, 2015 • ( 10 )

  The plastic hummingbirds that glow at night seem a lifetime ago since I gave them to my mother-in-law and she hung them on a hook off her deck. There’s even a sense of fall in the air, that dry rattle… Read More ›