Bill Pearse

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• ‘How little remains’ (on youth, memory, memoir)

  By Bill Pearse on January 25, 2017 • ( 26 )

  I went back to the old apartment. The old apartment was best going back to alone. I tried taking my kids there or Dawn, but to them it was just an old apartment. To me, there was so much more…. Read More ›

• One hard week in the south of France

  By Bill Pearse on January 25, 2017 • ( 19 )

  Last year at this time we were ending our stay in the UK, having left Germany for 90 days and now returning: we finished up in Bath and spent a night in Canterbury, then caught the ferry from Dover, drove… Read More ›

• Blue in green: Monday, January 23

  By Bill Pearse on January 24, 2017 • ( 16 )

  

  I got too close to my car, which is never good (emotionally attached), probably starting to identify with it falling apart, the inexplicable warning lights flickering going up steep hills, knowing it was only a matter of time. And I… Read More ›

• Whether we feel it or not, the earth moves beneath us

  By Bill Pearse on January 23, 2017 • ( 11 )

  

  It was the first night this year that didn’t fall so hard. If it had been a theater production and a light cue, they changed the fadeout from 30 seconds to 60. Though unseen, hope stirred underground and you could… Read More ›

• ‘There is a light that never goes out’

  By Bill Pearse on January 21, 2017 • ( 6 )

  

  I lay in a hot bath but the seal in the stopper leaked and the water went down (and I with it, too): and once under- neath the tub I looked up at a light the shape of a ring coming… Read More ›

• All the walls are fake

  By Bill Pearse on January 21, 2017 • ( 11 )

  Lily got a 4.0 grade point average her first trimester in middle school, Student of the Month award, two certificates, did a pirouette as she announced it, shook her hips, raised one foot over her head in a yoga pose… Read More ›

• Just like the landscape

  By Bill Pearse on January 20, 2017 • ( 3 )

  

  In the way other people’s minds probably do, mine moved along a band of topics in the middle of the night like radio stations or a wheel at the fair, a big arrow that stops and settles. That’s how it… Read More ›

• Now vaguely familiar

  By Bill Pearse on January 19, 2017 • ( 8 )

  

  We rode the Tube to the West Kensington stop and got off to visit my old friend there, who lives across the road from her ex. We took the elevator to the top floor and when we got out she… Read More ›

• Nothing perfect or terrible

  By Bill Pearse on January 18, 2017 • ( 10 )

  

  We drove down to London from Stratford mid-January, found our place, parked, confirmed the length of our stay with the manager who warned the time would go by fast, which was fine by me: we’d been out of our house… Read More ›

• A message for a Golem one morning

  By Bill Pearse on January 17, 2017 • ( 26 )

  

  Clouds spun out in pillowy strands, like cotton candy. The frozen leaves on the rhododendrons collapsed in on themselves like umbrellas. They had a copy of The Corrections in the lending library on the dead end street so I nabbed… Read More ›

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