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

• Release Your Inner Artist

  By Bill Pearse on March 9, 2015 • ( 1 )

  

  Originally posted on Tish Farrell:
  We are each of us born brimming with potential, creators in the making. But then something happens – at least for most of us it does. Somewhere between the childhood dreaming, and the adolescent wake-up…

• Moon song for März

  By Bill Pearse on March 5, 2015 • ( 16 )

  The moon is yellow and full and low in the sky and the sky no longer drops now, it’s a slow fade to dusk. I walk the lake road and a car comes round the bend and with the swoosh… Read More ›

• Guest Post: Top 3 records of 2015 so far

  By Bill Pearse on March 4, 2015 • ( 14 )

  I am still working through music my dear friend Anthony has shared with me over the past 10 years — I think I asked him to stop in 2008, so I could catch up. This week, I asked Anthony if… Read More ›

• Climbing cocks, steep peaks, dry tools (2)

  By Bill Pearse on March 3, 2015 • ( 8 )

  Brad and I camp in the snow by an abandoned hunter’s cabin up Black Canyon with my dog Ginger, who puts her nose in Brad’s eye and causes it to swell up like a walnut because Brad’s convinced there’s foreign… Read More ›

• My empire of dirt: Cash, R.I.P.

  By Bill Pearse on February 26, 2015 • ( 20 )

  The day Johnny Cash died was a Friday and I woke the same as any day at 6 AM to the local radio station, and lay there in bed for one, two, then three songs before I realized something was… Read More ›

• Just for us

  By Bill Pearse on February 25, 2015 • ( 18 )

  

  The moon is hanging on by a nail and we are all bound to fall that way too, to rise in the morning and repeat the same cycle: to expand and recede, sometimes close to Earth, sometimes obscured. They make… Read More ›

• FitBit burned a hole in my head

  By Bill Pearse on February 24, 2015 • ( 30 )

  I got a FitBit for some reason I’m not clear on: my dad suggested it, like when you recommend something to someone to help justify it for yourself, and my wife left hers at a friend’s house who then lost it… Read More ›

• Don’t start at the beginning

  By Bill Pearse on February 22, 2015 • ( 40 )

  I put my kids in front of the computer to watch “E.T.” as a generational experiment, to see if it takes. Right away, Charlotte (7) starts firing off questions: Who’s that? Where are they going? Is he a bad guy? The… Read More ›

• Working on leaving the living (2)

  By Bill Pearse on February 21, 2015 • ( 17 )

  

  As I’m nearing my 500th post, and re-entering the job market as a writer after a 20+ year detour, I’m sharing a few stories of working for small publications in the early 90s, on the east coast. Blog title HT… Read More ›

• Americans just think they can go anywhere

  By Bill Pearse on February 20, 2015 • ( 31 )

  

  It’s part of what makes us great and OK, sometimes arrogant, self-important, disrespectful: the fact we think we can go anywhere in the world, just show up, and do what we want or buy what we want, sometimes just by… Read More ›