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

• The frail edge of belief

  By Bill Pearse on June 22, 2015 • ( 0 )

  They look back at themselves thinking they will see something more but never do, they are still the same. We are the modern harvesters picking turds out of the grass, bits of glass that could be made into something, some day. Who… Read More ›

• What your voice sounds like in a box

  By Bill Pearse on June 19, 2015 • ( 9 )

  I found myself getting wistful about leaving our house, started pacing around the outside of it looking in, noticing the roses on the side for the first time and how they looked like faces imploring don’t go — even my… Read More ›

• Assisted Living

  By Bill Pearse on June 18, 2015 • ( 7 )

  The lake level has gone down now and there are kayakers and fishermen out early — the same lake I came to with my dog in the winter months with my German tapes on an iPod shuffle and my notepad,… Read More ›

• Zen fortune cookie prize

  By Bill Pearse on June 17, 2015 • ( 3 )

  The man hatched out of nothing and spent his whole life trying to lose it so he could return to a place he didn’t remember but thought might still be there if he believed it was.

• Why men need caves

  By Bill Pearse on June 16, 2015 • ( 13 )

  

  Men need caves to be their base-ass selves, to giggle and fart and talk nonsense because that’s what men do best, being men. I’ve thought about why men prefer pissing in the outdoors, will even go out of their way… Read More ›

• To be on the safe side

  By Bill Pearse on June 15, 2015 • ( 22 )

  Now that our cats are gone, the native wildlife is starting to re-emerge: rabbits, squirrels, moles, mice, and everywhere, birds. Which makes me admire the cats for how much they beat back the wildlife to the edges. They would never… Read More ›

• Der Zug hatte Verspätung

  By Bill Pearse on June 12, 2015 • ( 10 )

  The day starts around 5 with me getting up before my phone can wake me, up the street to the Bahnhof to catch the 5:57 to Frankfurt. But they announce (in German) the 5:57 is delayed by 10 minutes, cutting… Read More ›

• In other words

  By Bill Pearse on June 8, 2015 • ( 30 )

  

  My feet are like bloated sausages when I put them in the bucket and Eberhard fills it with a hose. I drank and read and slept some on the plane, found the bulky luggage claim area in Frankfurt, waiting for… Read More ›

• 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 ›