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• Field notes from the Pacific Coast (day 3 of 40)

  By Bill Pearse on May 30, 2017 • ( 6 )

  

  I cleaned out the refrigerator, what I didn’t think Dawn or the kids would eat while I was gone, put it in a cooler with a freezer pack while I was at work then got it out once I came… Read More ›

• Field notes from the Pacific Coast | 101 to Aberdeen

  By Bill Pearse on May 29, 2017 • ( 17 )

  

  This is a series of posts from three days out on my favorite stretch of the Pacific Coast. The posts don’t need to be read in order and serve as a memoir experiment with side-stories from related trips and themes… Read More ›

• Entering Elma | field notes from the Pacific Coast

  By Bill Pearse on May 28, 2017 • ( 60 )

  

  May 28, SAMMAMISH By the time I got to Kalaloch they’d stopped serving breakfast and were turning things over for lunch, but not in a rush for anyone. We were backing up in the lobby and I was second, a… Read More ›

• Love songs, prose, for the Pacific coast

  By Bill Pearse on May 24, 2017 • ( 12 )

  

  How the clouds hung on the horizon off the water and made two lines, I thought they were grinding their teeth. All the mountains ground down from the pressure of the sky pushing on them and the earth, where they… Read More ›

• ‘One more time around’

  By Bill Pearse on May 23, 2017 • ( 16 )

  Now there’s a new sound in the back yard, the sound from the cottonwood leaves when the wind comes in from the west, and all those tiny hands clap, and remind me of the tide coming in or going out,… Read More ›

• Jupiter’s Beard in B minor

  By Bill Pearse on May 22, 2017 • ( 17 )

  

  I wound back up Cougar Mountain, the A7, the seam air shaft to primrose mine—and there at the end was a pit, a deep hole in the ground with a large rock bearded in moss, dripping, making cave sounds. And… Read More ›

• “Superunknown” | eulogy for Chris Cornell

  By Bill Pearse on May 18, 2017 • ( 43 )

  Before this car I owned just two: an ’84 Thunderbird and a Toyota Celica I got for $500 and abandoned in Philadelphia. The Thunderbird was a gift for college graduation but I wasn’t responsible enough for a car and I… Read More ›

• “In the midst of life we are in debt, et cetera”

  By Bill Pearse on May 18, 2017 • ( 15 )

  

  Wednesday, that day time slows every week, with Lily on a late-start for school, the possibility we could all sleep in until 7:30 but never do, a day I work from home with Charlotte on early release, meaning she gets… Read More ›

• ‘We’re a happy family’

  By Bill Pearse on May 17, 2017 • ( 11 )

  

  We craved some intimacy with each other that was probably sexual in nature but we didn’t know how to express it yet so we stayed up late talking on the phone and fell asleep next to the handset, and when… Read More ›

• ‘Like frogs or rabbits’ | on living in the present, and wandering

  By Bill Pearse on May 16, 2017 • ( 30 )

  

  May 15, 2017 Faint rain, imagined snow. Mid May and it’s still stew weather, heavy stouts. I have to run the heat in the morning driving in to work but refuse to wear a jacket and then turn off the… Read More ›

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