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

• There and not

  By Bill Pearse on January 2, 2020 • ( 17 )

  

  The same collection of poems, taking it slowly, reading it since fall, not wanting it to end. And if only I could get a pinch of Carver in my work, that was the stuff! Even a shake could transform me…. Read More ›

• Moderate rain starting in 15 minutes

  By Bill Pearse on December 31, 2019 • ( 5 )

  

  All night I bathed myself in the rolling sounds of ambient music, an infinite loop, bobbing up and down And woke to the sound of one of the kids calling to Alexa, to turn theirs off And downstairs to the… Read More ›

• The red thread

  By Bill Pearse on December 27, 2019 • ( 3 )

  

  All the store fronts had their hours posted but it didn’t matter because I couldn’t for the life of me remember what day it was. The names shrank away when I focused on the letters and returned no results. And… Read More ›

• That last Christmas in Cork

  By Bill Pearse on December 25, 2019 • ( 2 )

  Reposting the story of the Christmas we spent in West Cork, 2016. We debated what to do with the uneaten ham. It was impractical to stuff it in the car with all our things, tacky to leave it behind for… Read More ›

• Broken clouds

  By Bill Pearse on December 23, 2019 • ( 8 )

  

  What little light from this, these broken clouds.

• The last of the daily monastic offices

  By Bill Pearse on December 22, 2019 • ( 4 )

  

  I got up and drank coffee, cooked bacon, went back to bed. I lay on the sofa with my face against the leather and the pale mid-morning light, the sound of blues music and the cat mewing, the laundry machine,… Read More ›

• PINKLIGHTSABRE OUT OF OFFICE ALERT

  By Bill Pearse on December 22, 2019 • ( 5 )

  ***OUT OF OFFICE ALERT (OOF)***PINKLIGHTSABRE IS OUT OF THE OFFICE FOR THE NEXT 4 HOURS WITH PARTIALLY DELAYED RESPONSE TIME. IF THIS IS URGENT YOU CAN TEXT ME NO PROBLEM. IF YOU’RE NOT SURE IF IT’S URGENT THEN TEXT ME… Read More ›

• When everything matters

  By Bill Pearse on December 21, 2019 • ( 9 )

  It was like I’d just discovered the scale of life, that there was more of it than I could ever consume.

• Hello, goodbye

  By Bill Pearse on December 15, 2019 • ( 11 )

  In the dream I had just gotten a sleeve tattoo, like the armor on a teenaged mutant ninja turtle, panes from a tortoise shell, orange and red. And I was walking into the Starbucks corporate office for a new job,… Read More ›

• Song for late autumn Saturdays

  By Bill Pearse on December 14, 2019 • ( 26 )

  

  A voice is wailing from the radio, an opera, in a language I don’t understand. The gray today is like a palm pressing down on my head or worse, a pillow. One kid is in the shower with the radio… Read More ›