Author Archives
Bill Pearse publishes memoir, travel journals, poetry and prose, and lives in the Pacific Northwest.
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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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Bloggus Interruptus
LILY’S BLOG WROTE BY LILY P—- HERSELF! EXSTREMLEY RECOMENDED BY EAGACATORS! It was another disterbing day. Jackson had pushed her into a pile of pebbels. Alison started to giggle. Mason told Henry. At lunch,I… Read More ›
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What’s worth than birth
Today’s my day, 1970: born across the street from the Allentown Fair while my dad was having a hamburger and my mom labored. They were 21, met in the laundromat, my mom folding my dad’s laundry. Married two months later,… Read More ›
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Prism
Paying the neighbor kid to blow the leaves off our sports court. Awakening to the glow of a laptop, hours before sun. Before, I used to just sit here in the morning, letting the coffee sink in and thinking about… Read More ›
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Steering Committee
There were about 30 in our steering committee meeting yesterday, too many to count. Luckily we had some anchors there, who helped facilitate decision-making, but at the end of it I felt I had been sucked dry. We went on… Read More ›
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