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

• Clouds meet like lovers

  By Bill Pearse on June 19, 2013 • ( 2 )

  You can see the inevitable setup as they start from opposite ends: These two, sure to meet amid the others, drawn together by some force either atmosphere or fate Slow-motion as they touch, a gradual loss of each other once… Read More ›

• Bend towards justice

  By Bill Pearse on June 18, 2013 • ( 3 )

  Yesterday we got to see two speakers for the upcoming TEDx in Seattle. Both were featured in the Puget Sound Business Journal’s “40 under 40” awards for 2013. One has founded a company focused on clean water for children in urban… Read More ›

• The problem with popularity

  By Bill Pearse on June 17, 2013 • ( 2 )

  

  The more people like you, promote you, vote for you, or buy what you sell…the more people have demands and expectations of you. You grow, expand, and change as much as the people allow. You belong to the people, that’s… Read More ›

• The tip of your tongue

  By Bill Pearse on June 15, 2013 • ( 0 )

  

  Art is just around the corner, just outside the edge of this song that’s on, now. Art is your nature, a prick of light on the skin of the dark that leads you somewhere warmer. Follow that.

• Cold

  By Bill Pearse on June 14, 2013 • ( 0 )

  I haven’t written cold in a while: meaning, I sit down, type, hit publish and move on. It’s similar to standing behind a microphone not knowing what you’re going to say, not being able to see who’s looking at you…. Read More ›

• The nature of art and science: a short rant on differences and dependencies

  By Bill Pearse on June 13, 2013 • ( 1 )

  

  I used to think that art and science were separate, discrete: “the art and science of project management.” In my mind, the art-part was more appealing and mysterious. But as with other things we want to understand, they run back… Read More ›

• The guy in the van

  By Bill Pearse on June 12, 2013 • ( 7 )

  I’ve been writing about some homeless people who live on the street by my office, in Seattle’s SODO district. I walk Utah Avenue every day, rain or shine, to clear my head and dream. They are a part of the… Read More ›

• Date stamps and blank tapes

  By Bill Pearse on June 11, 2013 • ( 1 )

  Mix tapes from friends are like photos or letters you save, to take you back in time. Like a letter, they take care to create, and there’s more of the person in the print. Mike mailed tapes to me when… Read More ›

• The sports court

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

  When we bought this house, it came with a sports court. That’s pretty unlikely, that we’d own a sports court. First, the bombast to own property that’s big enough for one. Then, the idea that I’d be out there in… Read More ›

• Beer, blankets and sunsets

  By Bill Pearse on June 9, 2013 • ( 3 )

  That time of year the days outlast us, the sun comes through the trees and into our family room around 9 PM. Saturday night with Cat Stevens, the girls’ dramatic dance interpretations of Peace Train, the irony that my mom… Read More ›