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

• WYSIWYG

  By Bill Pearse on December 25, 2012 • ( 0 )

  Two days in France, eight kids aged 4 – 11, seven of them girls: the 10 and 11 year-olds are allowed to drink Champagne. We eat lunch just before 4, then dinner at 11:15. They all drink coffee afterwards, about… Read More ›

• Care

  By Bill Pearse on December 22, 2012 • ( 0 )

  Whatever pain it is that can only be expressed by killing Grows like a spore, travels by the winds to all reaches of the world. These infections flare up, heal over, get forgotten, recur. The cure is not to contain… Read More ›

• Weekly Photo Challenge: Surprise

  By Bill Pearse on December 22, 2012 • ( 0 )

  

• A picture in every direction

  By Bill Pearse on December 21, 2012 • ( 0 )

  Up the uneven stone steps, above the valley The sound of the train approaches, then slows The brakes squeal on the tracks, then release: It’s the sound of a sabre that cleaves the valley, the sound of ancient times and… Read More ›

• The Chair of Forgetfulness

  By Bill Pearse on December 20, 2012 • ( 0 )

  

  It is a small world on the Internet. The Web expands and contracts, and as it moves, we are all connected to it. Dawn calls it The Chair of Forgetfulness because when she sits down to look into it, time… Read More ›

• Lost in the Funhouse

  By Bill Pearse on December 19, 2012 • ( 0 )

  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

  By Bill Pearse on December 19, 2012 • ( 0 )

  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

  By Bill Pearse on December 18, 2012 • ( 0 )

  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

  By Bill Pearse on December 18, 2012 • ( 0 )

  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

  By Bill Pearse on December 17, 2012 • ( 1 )

  

  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 ›