Bill Pearse

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• You know better

  By Bill Pearse on September 12, 2025 • ( 5 )

  

  It took about two weeks and 12 blog posts before I started feeling good again. I got back to the park and they still had signs up about cougars, probably would ad infinitum. I realized the bear spray made a… Read More ›

• Waning gibbous

  By Bill Pearse on September 10, 2025 • ( 5 )

  

  At the park the grass is bleached out and bald, the color of sand, under the big pines. Several came down in last autumn’s bomb cyclone and they had the park entrance taped off with warning signs but of course… Read More ›

• Giant steps are what you take (for DFW)

  By Bill Pearse on September 9, 2025 • ( 6 )

  

  Both girls overdo it with the perfume; they lack subtlety. The landing just outside our bedroom is now a miasma of sweet, with Charlotte’s BF Rosie living here. When Dawn’s gone I stretch out like a starfish in bed but… Read More ›

• Chewing the furniture

  By Bill Pearse on September 8, 2025 • ( 4 )

  

  The dog would just stay upstairs and sulk when Dawn was away, only coming down to feed. It’s like she took it personally. All the aluminum foil balls we used to keep the cat distracted were clustered under the sofa…. Read More ›

• August Moon

  By Bill Pearse on September 7, 2025 • ( 9 )

  

  Walked to the lake in the dark for the first time in a while, sick of being cooped up. Forgot how it looks when there’s fog in the street lamps, a cone of milky light with bugs flapping about. Frogs… Read More ›

• The continuing story of Bungalow Bill

  By Bill Pearse on September 6, 2025 • ( 13 )

  

  Rummage around long enough in the grab-bag of memories and you’ll find something strange. This one, a party in college where everyone was in costumes and on LSD: a guy named Don with a sheet of acid dressed like Captain… Read More ›

• Waxing gibbous

  By Bill Pearse on September 5, 2025 • ( 8 )

  

  Friday is a carbon copy of Wednesday with the post-dinner ice cream at the DQ—same order and procedure pulling into the same parking spot, spooning it with the windows down—except on Friday the queer, wildfire smoke sun is back, the… Read More ›

• Why September always starts with fog

  By Bill Pearse on September 4, 2025 • ( 21 )

  

  I have no idea. But it’s much better than pure gray. The blurring adds mystery, makes Japanese watercolors out of the banal. Took a drive last night for an ice cream, first time in six days outside the perimeter of… Read More ›

• From witness to judge

  By Bill Pearse on September 3, 2025 • ( 2 )

  

  As kids growing up in a town outside a city we moved like packs of wild dogs sniffing around for something to do, some trouble to get ourselves into. All towns have real live horror stories and this one involved… Read More ›

• Waxing gibbous

  By Bill Pearse on September 2, 2025 • ( 8 )

  

  For all my romanticizing the coming of fall it’s heartbreaking to think summer’s nearly over. You forget how much the next six months are ass. The sound of kids playing in someone’s yard well past sunset tonight seemed an apt… Read More ›

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