Bill Pearse

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• Fantastic Erratic: on muses, flow, and writing in spurts

  By Bill Pearse on May 19, 2016 • ( 20 )

  

  When I started blogging, I posted for the first three years without a single visitor, not even my mom. It didn’t matter because, a.) I didn’t really understand (and wasn’t interested in) social media, b.) I didn’t think my writing… Read More ›

• Perfect from now on

  By Bill Pearse on May 17, 2016 • ( 13 )

  I got an email from Loren at work complaining about Gilles, the fact he kept walking around Loren and Christine’s apartment in just his bath towel, that it was bumming Christine out as Loren put it — and I pictured… Read More ›

• We are all just prisoners here of our own device

  By Bill Pearse on May 15, 2016 • ( 16 )

  

  I turned right on the N6 past the Klondike Marsh, past Clay Pit Road, past the grate-covered mine shaft, the cave holes shown on the map. I met my hair stylist outside my old building where I worked and we… Read More ›

• I restarted a song called ‘Song with no ending’

  By Bill Pearse on May 13, 2016 • ( 0 )

  

  When you died a million deaths did you notice any, or did you just build over the same places?  

• The visual voicemail data fetching problem at the AT&T kiosk

  By Bill Pearse on May 12, 2016 • ( 21 )

  

  I wore a T-shirt I bought in Vienna with a corruption of the Starbucks logo that said Austrian Beer instead, that turned the fins on the siren into bottle openers and replaced the face in the middle with a pilsener… Read More ›

• Not just another drop in the ocean

  By Bill Pearse on May 10, 2016 • ( 17 )

  

  I took the trail to Shy Bear Pass, the same one in the Issaquah Alps I walked with Ginger last spring, before we moved to Germany. I looked down at my legs, the zip-off trekking pants and poles Eberhard had… Read More ›

• ‘Is it heaven or Las Vegas?’

  By Bill Pearse on May 3, 2016 • ( 19 )

  

  On Mondays I’d play Miles Davis driving in to work, “Kind of Blue.” I liked the wordplay and the solemn start to the album that matched the start of the work week, and seemed to be saying you’re fucked, but… Read More ›

• Advanced state of Frühling

  By Bill Pearse on April 29, 2016 • ( 22 )

  

  SAMMAMISH, WA 29th IV 2016 Climbed the dead end road Beth lives on a half an hour before sunrise to walk and write. Our last night in Germany, mom, Eberhard and I laid out the drugs on the table for… Read More ›

• The heart lies somewhere I can’t reach

  By Bill Pearse on April 26, 2016 • ( 31 )

  

  We woke this morning to wet snow on the cherry blossoms outside and on the roofs, people with umbrellas, the smell of someone burning something, probably the stone bake house up the road. Dawn got the kids up though I… Read More ›

• ‘Morgenstund hat Gold im Mund’

  By Bill Pearse on April 24, 2016 • ( 10 )

  

  Some of the girls in the beer tent wear their hair braided Princess Leia style and some of them look like nymphs on a Led Zeppelin album cover crawling on rocks, or a Maxfield Parrish print lazing by the pool… Read More ›

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