Author Archives

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

• Goodbye to the guy in the van

  By Bill Pearse on October 24, 2013 • ( 14 )

  For the past couple years, I’ve been tracking a homeless guy who lived out of a van on the alley by my work, the Starbucks corporate office. I got to know his name, made small talk, met his son, shared… Read More ›

• “Trapped in the amber of this moment”

  By Bill Pearse on October 23, 2013 • ( 9 )

  I finished the Harry Potter series on Saturday, and felt the loss at the end of the story, no more. I got cranky and unmotivated, hard to be around. I started getting obsessed with death themes. I had a dream… Read More ›

• When a blogger dies, does anyone notice?

  By Bill Pearse on October 22, 2013 • ( 23 )

  There are many parts of my life I can’t remember and there are many reasons for that. I’d like to think of my brain as a well-organized refrigerator: I can reach in there with my eyes closed, and know where… Read More ›

• Dead as a door-nail

  By Bill Pearse on October 20, 2013 • ( 5 )

  I’m sitting in the den drinking beer. The fog won’t burn off, it’s cold like San Francisco. I stood in the aisle at the grocery store with the toothpaste and traveler-size section, and lost myself in the overhead music, forgot… Read More ›

• Song for madness, ode to moon

  By Bill Pearse on October 19, 2013 • ( 0 )

  The halo around the moon is the son of madness who follows a cold light who sits inside shadows haunted by sounds — a footstep, a figure, a face… who’s fallen for his own reflection, has nothing but himself and… Read More ›

• Song for autumn

  By Bill Pearse on October 18, 2013 • ( 0 )

  

  A piece of fuzz in the air, a seed-bloom, a soul, will-o’-the-wisp leading me to uplit trees, quiet hillsides, hidden peaks. A voice, a dream, a memory, the sunset in autumn and softening light: Who can pretend the angle doesn’t affect… Read More ›

• When nice guys fail

  By Bill Pearse on October 17, 2013 • ( 7 )

  So I’m a nice guy, and I’m a project manager. If you can be both, I haven’t figured it out yet. Today I wasn’t a nice guy. I put the vendors on mute during an 8 AM conference call while… Read More ›

• Leave this page

  By Bill Pearse on October 16, 2013 • ( 4 )

  Enter Title Here. Confirm Navigation. My computer’s in my pocket, with me in the toilet, between my legs when I’m driving, on my lap now. It’s a pet that doesn’t need water or parasite treatments, a pet that talks back… Read More ›

• Sunbreak

  By Bill Pearse on October 13, 2013 • ( 0 )

  

  Unsteady steps on a Saturday, counting the days down. Sunday’s trash night. Monday’s swimming, Tuesday’s soccer. I’ve grown to hate the pedestrians out here. Everything about the west coast I love but it’s the pedestrians, the way they gloat, the… Read More ›

• Gray on Brown

  By Bill Pearse on October 12, 2013 • ( 1 )

  The colors mirror my insides this time of year, the muted tones and dampened smiles The earth settling in, parts of it fallen to repose in piles and patterns, Wisps of wood fire smoke: the crackle in the leaves, the… Read More ›