Bill Pearse

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• Head GAMES

  By Bill Pearse on April 8, 2025 • ( 15 )

  

  When the singer of the 1970s band Foreigner Lou Gramm sings the song Head Games he puts the emphasis on the word GAMES like he’s angry. I get it, I played head games too. Like the night Susannah E- came… Read More ›

• Non-pedigree version

  By Bill Pearse on April 7, 2025 • ( 4 )

  

  For no obvious reason the cat paws at the framed painting on the wall of the den in the corner behind a tall bedraggled plant and beside a Tiffany lamp. They’ve now had to take down most framed pictures from… Read More ›

• Post to 1970s me

  By Bill Pearse on April 6, 2025 • ( 17 )

  

  I want the innocence of the 1970s again. Of rollerskating to disco music as a kid. Roller coasters, carnival food, the Jersey shore. Fireworks displays, sidewalk chalk, the ice cream man. I miss the feel of an old phone, a… Read More ›

• Saturday morning entry

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

  

  Closing my eyes to the after images of weed leaf patterns. The sharp edges of being fully in the now. Taken to mid-morning naps on the sofa in the den with the morning light and pets, a greenhouse warmth and… Read More ›

• Not being high at the Habit burger restaurant

  By Bill Pearse on April 4, 2025 • ( 3 )

  

  Back when I got high I sometimes wondered what it would be like to not get high when I was getting high. Like could the indescribable quality of this world be perceived otherwise? I never thought it could be and… Read More ›

• Morning’s mantra, April

  By Bill Pearse on April 4, 2025 • ( 7 )

  

  Springtime is one of the most beautiful times where we live. It’s a bath of sensory delights, especially in early morning. The distant woodpecker rattle, the sweet birdsong as it builds. Some crows and repetitive sounds all layered together. I… Read More ›

• Your portion of life on a plate

  By Bill Pearse on March 29, 2025 • ( 8 )

  

  When we got the warning about a violent storm coming we drove to the store for ice cream and organic cheese puffs and gas for the generator in case the power went out. I had gotten the blue light pre-cancer… Read More ›

• My heart aches for these days

  By Bill Pearse on March 27, 2025 • ( 18 )

  

  In the morning on the warmest day it’s still cool but you can feel the temperature start to change. I get to the park earlier than normal and the sky is the color of abalone shell, turquoise mixed with pink…. Read More ›

• The you you are now

  By Bill Pearse on March 23, 2025 • ( 24 )

  

  Sometimes when I’m walking the trail in the early morning dark I’ll sense motion and realize there’s a large deer crossing my path. Dawn said there’s been coyotes attacking people in Bellevue and I should carry a cudgel. Maybe a… Read More ›

• The algorithm remembers

  By Bill Pearse on March 21, 2025 • ( 25 )

  

  It’s an ungodly hour, 4 am. Even the heat hasn’t come on yet so it’s just me and the coffee maker, the odd mechanical sounds of the house idling. But I love this time in the dark to sit with… Read More ›

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