Bill Pearse

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• No quarter

  By Bill Pearse on August 18, 2025 • ( 7 )

  

  It happened too soon, the season of repose, I turned in too soon Me on that ridge alone in the summer by the mountain with no one around for miles Coming upon a buck then a bear, my voice echoing… Read More ›

• The dark part of the park

  By Bill Pearse on August 17, 2025 • ( 4 )

  

  From the recent rains the leaves looked glossy in the forest, the spiky sala and leaning ferns, and it was easy to imagine all the plant life felt happy. And how these species of flora weren’t much different than what… Read More ›

• Last quarter

  By Bill Pearse on August 16, 2025 • ( 2 )

  

  I walked to our neighborhood park, the one on the lake by our house. It gets a lot of traffic this time of year with the early morning anglers fishing off the dock and the teenagers and toddlers who flock… Read More ›

• Low-angled light (for Rosemerry)

  By Bill Pearse on August 11, 2025 • ( 7 )

  

  Low-angled light, especially in the morning, different angles of light at different times of the year. The low-angled light through the forest when it’s amber colored or even tawny if there’s wildfires. How the impressionists were drawn to that area… Read More ›

• Little Fury Things

  By Bill Pearse on August 10, 2025 • ( 16 )

  

  At the right angle with the morning sun coming through the Tiffany lampshade looked furry due to a thin layer of animal hair attached to the glass by grease or film. You could say the same for most appliances in… Read More ›

• Ancient flags and dragons

  By Bill Pearse on August 9, 2025 • ( 8 )

  

  8/9/25 The sound of the owl in the middle of the night is a distant probe, a pulse. In the east on the bottom of the horizon there are two new stars, maybe a planet. The sun rises closer to… Read More ›

• Grounded

  By Bill Pearse on August 4, 2025 • ( 4 )

  

  It is now the time of the wildfires and web worms. The digital map of fire shows their size and location, and we look surrounded—though the air quality is still good. The web worms gather in clumps on certain kinds… Read More ›

• The last time you tried to quit

  By Bill Pearse on August 3, 2025 • ( 5 )

  

  You will go much further than you ever thought before you stop. You will even think I should quit, and yet you will keep going. You will do it time and again, and then you will say enough, you’ll stop… Read More ›

• The dark magic of the garage

  By Bill Pearse on August 2, 2025 • ( 12 )

  

  The garage was fucked. The garage, that dumping ground for all our excess, for all we could not process or endure. The garage was the physical manifestation of our gluttony and waste. The garage was bombastic in scale: a proud… Read More ›

• Seven weeks left

  By Bill Pearse on August 1, 2025 • ( 7 )

  

  The fact they released a 4-LP set of Nick Drake’s first album Five Leaves Left didn’t make it any easier; I was rushing fall. It’s a deeply unpopular thing to do in the Pacific Northwest, to summon autumn before summer’s… Read More ›

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