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Bill Pearse publishes memoir, travel journals, poetry and prose, and lives in the Pacific Northwest.
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His own forever collapse
It was hard to live with an eye for detail and not crumble beneath the weight of these corrections.
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No difference on deck or overboard
How the tall trees swayed in the middle of the night in that strange pale glow not from a moon but god knows what all of us awash with a storm spitting sideways as if we were all hanging onto… Read More ›
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The rhythm of the rain
All night long the rain.
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Long dark blues
I remembered what it was like to leap out of bed with an eagerness for the day but that feeling was long gone.
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The art in the pharmacy
The art is what you can’t explain about why it made you feel the way it did.
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You’ll get your comeuppance, work-life balance
The fallacies and paradox of separating work from life.
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Daydream requiem
One day it will be like this for me I thought.
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The rain, the rain, the rain
Winter set in like an abscess, like an infection.
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Happiness is easy
That jig-saw view of life taken apart, put back together.
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Procession
Fine, wet snow falling. Snow like sifting sugar, adding to last night’s on the lawn, filling in the footprints, whitening the paths I shoveled earlier in the drive. How it comes on harder then, how the branches droop from the… Read More ›
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