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

• “Helpless”

  By Bill Pearse on February 4, 2015 • ( 22 )

  I don’t think my parents liked me having the bedroom door closed when Marie was over, but it wasn’t tightly enforced. We closed the door and smiled at each other: there wasn’t anywhere else to sit in my room, just… Read More ›

• The Quintessential Tune

  By Bill Pearse on February 3, 2015 • ( 19 )

  

  СЕУТА И МЕЛИЛЬЯ. When I meet someone new and get to talking music, they’ll often ask what I like and when I ask them the same, if they say they like everything it usually means they don’t. Spend some time with… Read More ›

• Backwater (Philly memoir reblog)

  By Bill Pearse on February 2, 2015 • ( 13 )

  

  I am surrounded by dots, to connect. One analogy is a sky full of stars with constellations and stories, how they got there. Another, drops of rain falling on a lake, how they ripple in circles and random patterns dissolving… Read More ›

• Dog guest blog challenge

  By Bill Pearse on January 31, 2015 • ( 12 )

  

  I strum the inner folds of Ginger’s ears, cupping her head and rubbing her with my thumbs, and she reciprocates by jamming her nose in my ear and nipping the lobes, which tickles and makes me giggle like a girl. I’m… Read More ›

• The moments we steal with cameras and pens

  By Bill Pearse on January 29, 2015 • ( 18 )

  The hot tub smells not altogether good when it’s been left a while without its chemicals. I come home to find it gagging on a Barbie doll one of the kids put under the lid, legs sticking out, choking. Hair… Read More ›

• Cruel and Unusual Publishing

  By Bill Pearse on January 27, 2015 • ( 46 )

  I’ve been keeping a list of words I need to look up from David Foster Wallace’s 1996 Infinite Jest. Yesterday’s included erumpent, sedulously and egregulous — and sure enough, I got duped. Egregulous was made-up, and landed me on a website… Read More ›

• If the memoir is a mirror you cracked it (for Alan Turing)

  By Bill Pearse on January 26, 2015 • ( 4 )

  We bunker down between the bands of snow on the radar and the news cycles. The squares on the calendar pages where you get stuck waiting to roll again, to advance. A clipper is coming from the west, to meet… Read More ›

• On faith and football and dreams

  By Bill Pearse on January 21, 2015 • ( 12 )

  

  Ginger and I have been out corkscrewing hillsides in the Issaquah Alps, trying to lose track of time and find ourselves in the woods. I carry my notepad with me and stop to write, and she comes to collect me…. Read More ›

• Known outage report for Western Washington

  By Bill Pearse on January 20, 2015 • ( 25 )

  We’re sorry. The website <http://pinklightsabre.com&gt; is temporarily out of service in your area and not accepting new patients. This is a Known Outage. If you believe you’ve received this notice in error, we’re sorry again. There are no paragraph breaks… Read More ›

• Which is true of anything (for DFW)

  By Bill Pearse on January 19, 2015 • ( 26 )

  It started with the glassy-eyed couple at the lake. They had a dog too. They sounded like they used drugs or lived in Northern California, you could tell by the way they talked. The guy said you can teach a… Read More ›