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

• The New Gothic

  By Bill Pearse on November 8, 2013 • ( 9 )

  

  I don’t know what brought on this movement in the 70s, but I’m glad for it: glad, because there’s gloomy music I can turn to for inspiration. Glad, because I know there’s others with dark thoughts who stick to the… Read More ›

• In between the nether-lands of dreams

  By Bill Pearse on November 7, 2013 • ( 2 )

  I enter the shop and trip a chime and it’s the same tone on my phone that wakes me: new message. I wrote this in my sleep. I’m walking down the row of cubes, at work, naked. There’s people in my… Read More ›

• A mouthful of slurry: on faking it

  By Bill Pearse on November 6, 2013 • ( 15 )

  Fake It Till You Make It. That’s the best advice I got out of college, and it came from a guy selling knock-off perfume. He put an ad in the paper that got me to show up, along with a… Read More ›

• Among the Leaves | Weekly Writing Challenge

  By Bill Pearse on November 5, 2013 • ( 4 )

  Maybe it’s just because it’s that time of year, but this song made me cry last November when I read the lyrics. Red House Painters, Desertshore, Sun Kil Moon, it’s all Mark Kozelek, and I love to get sad with… Read More ›

• Caught between the slide alder and Charybdis

  By Bill Pearse on November 4, 2013 • ( 6 )

  

  Brad over-estimated my climbing abilities and I didn’t know enough to know I had, too. We got the idea to climb a couple peaks in the Olympic mountains in early November, which is hard because you have about half the… Read More ›

• Shadow imprint of a soul: what’s timeless

  By Bill Pearse on November 3, 2013 • ( 0 )

  

  Souls make snow-angels in the dog bed, where Ginger curls up by the fire. And after she’s gone, the mind still sees after-images of her there and has to check itself, for time: For what time we’re in, now? How it… Read More ›

• Dream about a boy who turned to stone: online loneliness

  By Bill Pearse on November 2, 2013 • ( 10 )

  We go to our corners, the family. There’s the TV and the kitchen for the genders to split, devices for the teenagers to keep them docile, interested, present. Life spins in a prism of thoughts and distractions, frames. Most you… Read More ›

• The thing about the dead is they’re not

  By Bill Pearse on October 31, 2013 • ( 3 )

  Today I’m rebroadcasting a post from when we lived in Germany four years ago, on the theme of death and my step-dad’s passing, five years ago today. Enjoy the holiday, and may the spirits be with you. Famous Last Words

• Magic and Loss

  By Bill Pearse on October 30, 2013 • ( 4 )

  

  I got stuck the last two days trying to write about Lou Reed, but it was me, not Lou Reed, that got in the way. Lou Reed doesn’t really have anything to do with it. He came up on Shuffle… Read More ›

• Far From Home (Positively 5th Street)

  By Bill Pearse on October 26, 2013 • ( 10 )

  

  The last time I went, they tore it down so it made me wonder if it was ever even there: that brick building by the art museum where I paid my first rent, on 5th and Hamilton street, Allentown, PA…. Read More ›