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Bill Pearse publishes memoir, travel journals, poetry and prose, and lives in the Pacific Northwest.
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Spring frost
By the end of March I’d started taking Ginger on daily walks up the trails near my mom’s house in Germany. There were two sets of trails, but I didn’t know what they were called so I referred to one… Read More ›
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Writings on the wall
Writings on the wall Writings on the wall — Read on kedhikari.home.blog/2020/03/22/writings-on-the-wall/ Great piece from Nepalese writer Keshav Adhikari on COVID-19 and listening to nature’s prompts.
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19
And I thought back to when I was 19, and what I could remember of that: The Cure had released Disintegration and a roommate had the CD.
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Count the headlights on the highway
I drove into town to deposit a check around 8, Sunday morning, light fog and no one around.
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Days, leaves, light
How the days unfurled unexpected and just hung there in the light.
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The virus diaries
In three days Dawn and the kids had eaten three quarts of ice cream and most of the saltines.
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Of fear and fascination
It is way too early in this thing for me to be getting irritable with my kids while we’re stuck at home.
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The new normal
It was winter’s last gasp with wet snow in the lowlands and more expected in the mountain passes.
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Jaw Rest
I looked up images expecting to see something from Alien.
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The view from my window
But if you put yourself in the eyes of the audience would it change what you do onstage?
Bill Pearse 