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Bill Pearse publishes memoir, travel journals, poetry and prose, and lives in the Pacific Northwest.
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Painting lessons for pessimists
The future is a sham of hope and fear- based paints that can’t advance beyond the crudeness of our own imagination.
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Everything You Love Can and Will Be Taken from You
Sharing a new favorite poem today by an old favorite poet, Rosemerry Trommer. A Hundred Falling Veils Years after the ten-word lesson in impermanence, the truth of the words still comes to me—not always, of course. For instance, not today… Read More ›
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Morning prayer
The grizzled look of a lawn covered in frost and all the tiny diamonds there, a Morse code for sight. Photo credit, Loren Chasse.
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Bone piece
The memoir, the story of your life, is an object of questionable value. You hold it in your hands, shake, listen: what’s inside? Is there a lock? Does it open? What’s it for? You could take it to someone who… Read More ›
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Discreet Music | December 30, 2017
Whole Foods grocery store (Redmond, Washington) I sat outside the Whole Foods eating lunch, reading, waiting for my car to get done at the Les Schwab next door. Donnie returned the Patti Smith book I gave him and I was… Read More ›
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Discreet Music | December 28, 2017
Lufthansa flight 490, Frankfurt to Seattle (Somewhere between Iceland and Canada) The moon was just some broken tooth or pink stone, the way it sat in the clouds looking in at us. We stayed at an airport hotel and enjoyed… Read More ›
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No Christmas in Germany (26 Dezember)
Eberhard put school pictures of the girls in a pack of cigarettes and we said goodbye, gave him the last of the turkey in a Ziploc bag. When he leaves, mom always goes to the kitchen sink window where they… Read More ›
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No Christmas in Germany (24 Dezember)
24 Dezember, 17 Besigheim, Baden-Württemberg Early morning, happy snoring sounds in bed with Dawn—then mom and I by the banquette watching the birds gather outside by her window. We stayed up late playing Dan Fogelberg songs on mom’s tablet, Dawn… Read More ›
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CHRISTMAS EVE
Originally posted on Lonely Keyboards:
It’s early on Christmas Eve, just after seven. Still and overcast outside; mild but it will warm up later. Not too much though, the high thirties days are promised for later in the week. This… -
No Christmas in Germany (23 Dezember)
My pants don’t fit, and we can’t get the lyrics right to any of the Steely Dan songs. Cooked onion hangs like phlegm from the lips of Eberhard, the seafood gumbo I made: we were so full from lunch, mom… Read More ›
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