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

• First light for August

  By Bill Pearse on August 1, 2017 • ( 20 )

  The plane resembled a bird in the sky, reflecting back in the lake. There were a few on the dock fishing, spread out to give each other space. They were all having their moments with the lake, the morning light…. Read More ›

• One window ajar, first light on Pine Lake

  By Bill Pearse on July 31, 2017 • ( 9 )

  

  I sat outside under a tree with King Tubby playing on my Bluetooth speakers and crocosmia fronds tickling the air, the moon a half melon, the whites of my nails. Talked to my dad across the country, the sound of… Read More ›

• “More Fandom than Ekphrasis” | Bruce Jenkins on music and memoir

  By Bill Pearse on July 28, 2017 • ( 5 )

  In case you missed it, check out this great piece by writer Bruce Jenkins inspired by a recent blog-a-day project I completed earlier this month. It’s not just being flattered by the fact Bruce riffed off my project, but that… Read More ›

• Straw-colored grass, a bed of needles

  By Bill Pearse on July 26, 2017 • ( 29 )

  

  The owl-eyed veterinarian talks too fast, wears her hair in a bun. The bun’s so tight it makes her eyes bulge. It’s always the same, we care about our dog and cat’s health, we start with good intentions. But her… Read More ›

• Falling down days, deep July

  By Bill Pearse on July 24, 2017 • ( 37 )

  

  A stark, backcountry walk along the roads of Grand Mound, Washington outside Centralia: its claim to fame the halfway point between Seattle and Portland. Across the road from the Great Wolf Lodge resort, a +21 legal weed pop-up called King… Read More ›

• You think that you can front when Revelation comes?

  By Bill Pearse on July 16, 2017 • ( 22 )

  

  Well into the afternoon the house still smelled like bacon. I sat and watched the lawn sprinkler, tried to think about nothing. The last day in D.C. I got up at 6 and walked down to the White House, the… Read More ›

• “A lifetime in three days”

  By Bill Pearse on July 4, 2017 • ( 16 )

  All is quiet on Independence Day, oddly. In my hammock with a book, leaves scitter across the sports court and could be the dog, but she’s inside. Pre-fall, even now. No need for sunscreen, there’s a thin band of clouds… Read More ›

• The Chris Cornell rat scene reveal | Field notes from the Pacific coast

  By Bill Pearse on July 3, 2017 • ( 21 )

  This is the last in a series of posts I started in late May and have published daily for 37 days now. It’s inspired by a three-day solo trek on the Washington coast, with side-story memoir scenes wrapped by a… Read More ›

• Over the hills where the spirits fly | Field notes from the Pacific coast

  By Bill Pearse on July 2, 2017 • ( 9 )

  

  It’s almost over, second-to-last post! This is a series I started in late May and have published daily for 36 days now. It’s inspired by a three-day solo trek on the Washington coast, with side-story memoir scenes wrapped by a few… Read More ›

• Trying on masks | Field notes from the Pacific Coast

  By Bill Pearse on July 1, 2017 • ( 6 )

  It’s almost over! This is a series of posts I started in late May and have published daily for 35 days now. It’s inspired by a three-day solo trek on the Washington coast, with side-story memoir scenes wrapped by a few… Read More ›