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Bill Pearse publishes memoir, travel journals, poetry and prose, and lives in the Pacific Northwest.
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The J. Collis Browne Mixture
John summoned the J. Collis Browne Mixture for my upset stomach. The expiration on it was 1993, and it was banned from the U.S. for its opiate contents. The mixture was beige and tasteless but I was desperate, having poisoned… Read More ›
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The Goose is Getting Fat
Anthony roasted a goose last night, and cooked apples in the fat along with Calvados and cinnamon. After taking it out of the oven, we put a bottle of Champagne in the cavity so that the heat of the bird… Read More ›
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Delight in Doom
Shoegaze drone hits the spot this time of year. Slather up the doom and gloom and tuck me in for the day; I’m not going out. Sample from Bowery Electric’s 1996 record, “Beat.” Inside Out Sample from Juliana Barwick: Choose
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Food Float
I volunteered to work at our local Starbucks yesterday, something that the corporate people do around the holidays. We are more a nuisance than help to the baristas, but since I had worked in the stores at one time, I… Read More ›
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Spirit Dog and Screw Face
Ben was a Golden who lived on a farm down the road. We called him Spirit Dog because he had to cross the highway to get to our house, and never got hit. Emmet was a mutt who got abandoned… Read More ›
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Blue Screen Life
The purr of the HVAC and scent of fir, burnt incense. Accent lights and a far-off tick from a clock. Memory of a dream-scene: a wooden grandfather clock on its side, gutted, awaiting repair. The LED on the stove, 5:50…. Read More ›
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Seagull has the same eye as my dog
Seagull stands on dumpster, this is mineEye is black and round as a stone, deepThe eye is as honest as my dog’s, There is nothing else there
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Paper Blog
I have shoeboxes full of notepads in my closet. The notepads date back to the early 90s and contain excerpts from my past. Some people journal to work through stuff; I do it because I want to be reminded of… Read More ›
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Acceptance
This was supposed to be fun, about the enjoyment of writing. It’s not, when you think about it too much. Yesterday I got to do Yoga for the first time in a couple weeks. She had us do Tree pose… Read More ›
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The not knowing part
Driving down 35th Saturday night, we saw the kid I gave money to outside the bank, earlier the same day. He was sitting on the pavement when we got out of the car. He wanted a dollar and when I… Read More ›
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