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

  • Lost in the Funhouse

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    We took the kids to the Hofmeister in Bietigheim, for the drop-off play area. You sign the kids in, they give you a pager, and then you just leave them there while you shop. I was trying to remember the… Read More ›

  • The Disappearing Eyes

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    Henry and Eve told us about a castle out in the country off Keim Road, and we were convinced there was something bad happening there. Henry interviewed the owner and filmed it: two elderly men lived there, descendants of a… Read More ›

  • Fog

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    Fog comes from a temperature imbalance between the earth and the atmosphere, I think. It also comes from a food/alcohol imbalance, and it’s thick here today. Any night that starts at the Christmas market with Gluhwein and the decision to… Read More ›

  • Garden

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    When we get emails from the pre-K school, the subject line just says Garden. It took me a while, but I figured out this is because Charlotte’s grade level there is called Garden. When my mom thinks Merlin needs to… Read More ›

  • Fachwerk

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    The “Fach” in Fachwerk sounds like Bach, along with the phlegmy part at the end. It describes the half-timbered style of houses in my mom’s town, and translates literally as framework. The timber is exposed, and the infill is comprised… Read More ›

  • Could

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    My heart swells at the thought of being who I thought I could “Can” is the operative part of could Forward-looking, or past.

  • This Mortal Coil

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    Chris, Dave and I were wedged into a one-bedroom cottage above a Texaco off Division Street in Ocean City, Maryland. The CD function “Repeat” was still a novelty to us in 1992, and we put the record Blood on by… Read More ›

  • In the absence of magic

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    …awaits magic. Dawn says when you’re doing what you should be doing, things fall into place and go your way. I notice this when I’m in a groove, writing: strange coincidences or connections emerge. Small things, that make my life… Read More ›

  • Attendant

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    I gave up looking for Emmett’s body down by the creek and climbed back up the hill to the house. I checked my face for damage from the fall, and had a cut by my eye where my glasses broke…. Read More ›

  • Prism

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    The neighbor kid is still working on our leaves, two weeks later. The timer on the Christmas tree lights doesn’t work, so they’re on all night or not at all. The hot tub isn’t hot enough and I’m bad about… Read More ›