William Pearse publishes memoir, travel journals, poetry and prose.
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Category Archives: musings
Wednesday’s twilight anthem
The Jupiter’s Beard is fanned-out pornographic in our front yard, exposed to the root. And the grass is so dead, it’s what Gregg Allman’s beard must have looked like before he died, the same gold-straw color, drawn out thick. It’s … Continue reading
Posted in Memoir, musings, prose, travel
Tagged Gregg Allman, Maxfield Parrish, Memoir, mid-life crisis, pacific northwest, prose, Scotland, sense imagery, travel, William Pearse writer, writing
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They know it’s time to go
After 89 days without a good rain it was definitive it would come back Sunday. We were gearing up for the first fire of the season, a stew, some red wine, music. We’d move the patio furniture to the garage, … Continue reading
Posted in Memoir, musings
Tagged fall, fear, identity, Memoir, pacific northwest, Sandy Denny, self, sentiment, sentimentality, writing, yoga
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One window ajar, first light on Pine Lake
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 … Continue reading
Posted in musings, parenting, prose
Tagged family, Father and Son, father identity, humor, identity, King Tubby, Memoir, mid-life crisis, pacific northwest, parenting, Patti Smith, prose, stream-of-consciousness, summer, travel, William Pearse writer
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“More Fandom than Ekphrasis” | Bruce Jenkins on music and memoir
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 … Continue reading
Straw-colored grass, a bed of needles
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 … Continue reading
Posted in musings, prose
Tagged cats, humor, Maxfield Parrish, prose, suburbs, summer grilling, William Pearse writer
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Falling down days, deep July
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 … Continue reading
Posted in musings, parenting, prose
Tagged Great Wolf Lodge, humor, identity, mid-life crisis, pacific northwest, parenting, small town America, stream-of-consciousness, summer
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You think that you can front when Revelation comes?
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 … Continue reading
Posted in musings, prose
Tagged Bancroft quotes, Beastie Boys, DC, dystopia, Lincoln, prose, stream-of-consciousness, Tolkien, Trump, White House, William Pearse writer
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