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

• Leaves in a book

  By Bill Pearse on October 22, 2014 • ( 12 )

  The days end like that, the same way they begin, me on my side gripping a pillow, wondering what day it is. Walking the steps at work, up the parking lot floors: walls made out of cinder block, what it… Read More ›

• The true meaning of karma

  By Bill Pearse on October 20, 2014 • ( 6 )

  

  I nap while the beef simmers in the stove, thickening over the house, day sagging into night. There is coffee and beer and water in between to wash us out, to cleanse us, bobbing up and down upon days. I… Read More ›

• The Hypertext Transfer Protocal

  By Bill Pearse on October 18, 2014 • ( 10 )

  

  Earlier this week, I wrote about the novel White Noise and how some of its themes from 1985 apply today, with the unfolding of the Ebola epidemic. “The flow is constant,” Alfonse said. “Words, pictures, numbers, facts, graphs, statistics, specks,… Read More ›

• The Airborne Toxic Event

  By Bill Pearse on October 15, 2014 • ( 5 )

  

  To think we are nearing a precipice with regards to the media, Ebola, and public perception about the threat here in the States is mis-guided: the truth is, we are always on a precipice with the media, with panic down one… Read More ›

• Now anyone can talk to God on the Internet

  By Bill Pearse on October 14, 2014 • ( 8 )

  

    My wife and I sit in the dark in the morning listening to the radio, listening to a person who’s picking out the songs and talking about them, and she wonders how it’s possible this still exists, now that… Read More ›

• The Rubik’s Cube of Plot

  By Bill Pearse on October 11, 2014 • ( 8 )

  We are all emitting and absorbing information every day. Those who are not are dead or non-existent, or irrelevant. Their pictures will be found unmarked in shoeboxes, not rooted in anything, thrown out. In this selfie age, everything is spectacular,… Read More ›

• What happened to Brown

  By Bill Pearse on October 3, 2014 • ( 6 )

  

  Brown didn’t really like baseball, but played in the Major League. He was white, had a mustache, and a pretty good build, for 40. He played outfield, which wasn’t the best, but still pretty good. Brown kept to himself mainly,… Read More ›

• ‘The followers of chaos, out of control’

  By Bill Pearse on October 1, 2014 • ( 4 )

  

  My youngest daughter is in first grade, and wants to be popular. She wants to be popular because she’s unsure who she is. Popularity must be good, it’s a form of acceptance. They’ll do anything to be popular at that… Read More ›

• The Unraveling of Mark Kozelek

  By Bill Pearse on September 28, 2014 • ( 7 )

  

  Last week, Kozelek got some press related to belligerent remarks he made to audiences and fellow musicians The War on Drugs. For someone like Mark, who requires a footnote explaining who he is by way of the band he used… Read More ›

• You can’t retweet a memory: Nick Drake, Starbucks, why we roast turkeys

  By Bill Pearse on September 27, 2014 • ( 13 )

  

  Hurting, brooding, kind of liking how it feels, discovering pain and self-pity as a teenager, with Bob Dylan’s Blood on the Tracks. When I hear those songs now it reminds me of that time and it’s even better, it’s been auto-corrected. At… Read More ›