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

• The Needle and Thread, Seattle

  By Bill Pearse on June 2, 2015 • ( 26 )

  I am with two Canadians in a waiting room in Olympia, Washington: the United States Department of Agriculture Animal and Plant Health Inspection Service. I don’t really know what they do, I’ve just been sent here by my vet to… Read More ›

• Is your religion a cult?

  By Bill Pearse on May 29, 2015 • ( 36 )

  Anthony made fun of me for having plans Friday afternoon to meet with the Mormons at our house. He said why are you doing it, so you can blog about it? That was part-true. They were supposed to be here… Read More ›

• Three Girl Rhumba

  By Bill Pearse on May 27, 2015 • ( 16 )

  I’ve been experimenting with drugs for our pets, for a 14-hour international flight next week where they’ll sit in the cargo hold while I read a first draft of my memoir on the plane. I crush the drugs, dilute them… Read More ›

• Vergangenheitsbewältigung

  By Bill Pearse on May 21, 2015 • ( 15 )

  Our German teacher has us saying the words Cherry, Church and Kitchen in German. They all sound the same, she asks if we can hear the difference — it’s how you clasp the vowels. We can’t. It’s a “ch” sound… Read More ›

• The eagles are kites without strings

  By Bill Pearse on May 19, 2015 • ( 15 )

  When I drop the dead crow in the compost bin it folds like a puppet with no hand. It feels auspicious, dead birds, and I’m glad I’m not getting on a plane today, laying low. We enter the roundabout swiftly,… Read More ›

• Shy bear lookout

  By Bill Pearse on May 17, 2015 • ( 13 )

  The forest has grown in now, this time in spring the green darkens and I am inside a giant’s beard hacking my way through fronds and fallen limbs, unsure where I’m going or why, just that I need to be… Read More ›

• Good Friday, 1981

  By Bill Pearse on May 16, 2015 • ( 12 )

  On Good Friday my parents wake me to say Michael has passed away, we’re both around 11 — something I can’t pronounce or spell that came from a mosquito bite with blood taken from a sick horse that made his… Read More ›

• How to set yourself apart

  By Bill Pearse on May 13, 2015 • ( 27 )

  

  This time six years ago I was cramming for the PMP exam, a professional certification in project management I thought would set me apart as the economy was slipping and my development opportunities at work had come to a dead… Read More ›

• Die Rechnung (The Reckoning)

  By Bill Pearse on May 6, 2015 • ( 20 )

  

  If you want your bill at a German restaurant you say, “Die Rechnung, bitte,” which means the reckoning. And that’s what I’ve been doing by cleaning out my garage and going through personal things — I’m reconciling the past, settling… Read More ›

• Sunday afternoon in the suburbs, Spring

  By Bill Pearse on May 5, 2015 • ( 17 )

  

  I’ve taken the stowed-away things from our garage and laid them out on the driveway for reckoning. One pile gets donated, the other we get to keep. There’s a laundry basket full of plush toys, the unwanted/extra dolls and stuffed… Read More ›