It was there on the trail I saw the snake and saw the world from that point of view To be a snake and never know what it was like to drive a car, read a book, or drink a… Read More ›
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There’s nothing soft about softball
My whole body hurt. Softball made me do things I normally wouldn’t do, like sprint. Or leap. I even stretched for as long as I could. Swung the bat, rolled my shoulders out. Still I was stiff for days. I… Read More ›
Giving it up
Flipping through the photos on my phone it’s upsetting to see all these pictures of me drinking. Why I felt the need to photograph myself doing that, and how stupid I look. It’s kind of funny to see myself like… Read More ›
100% remote
Softly the leaves on the burning bush began to turn. In my mind I pictured it going red then dropping like confetti, like broken glass. No car alarms or sirens in the suburbs, just the sound of our lawn sprinkler… Read More ›
Sense memory
I hadn’t eaten meat or lifted weights in a year and then I started doing both again the same day. It was the Fourth of July and the smoked pork shoulder triggered me. Not the taste or the garishness of… Read More ›
Saved by old times
I drove Lily to a job interview but it didn’t go well and I don’t think she got it. We printed her resume but it came out looking funny, the color cartridges blurred the subtitles. I felt for her, that… Read More ›
All there is to know is nothing
I got burned out on AI. I let it ruin my weekend. I made the mistake of putting my beliefs in people who said bad things. After months of this I had to let it go. I messaged a new… Read More ›
Bridge content
I went back to work. Six months since the last contract. The timing wasn’t great with Lily just home from treatment but when you’ve been out of work for that long any timing will do. And when I heard it… Read More ›
Outposts
When it’s almost dark you can hear the wind picking up across the desert. Maybe a flagpole clanking, some far-off dogs, the day’s last birds. We are in a new development surrounded by farmlands and distant mountains. The ground is… Read More ›
May you let me be forgotten
Finally lying down again. All these cherry blossoms like handfuls of confetti coming down. That and some birds tweeting and the neighborhood kids playing. In spring you forget everything bad it seems. Fall and winter give us plenty of time… Read More ›
Bill Pearse 