Bill Pearse

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• Season’s surplus

  By Bill Pearse on March 20, 2025 • ( 4 )

  

  There is more life than I can use, so I squander it on fruitless things like video games or bad books or going to bed early. The funny way life inches forward mostly unseen. The spring blooms that would bring… Read More ›

• Indefinite loop

  By Bill Pearse on March 19, 2025 • ( 7 )

  

  2023 By the time spring started I hadn’t worked for four months. There’d been a short gig in December but prior to that, nothing since June. The agency I contract with slows down in the summer as their primary client… Read More ›

• Come on Eileen

  By Bill Pearse on March 17, 2025 • ( 9 )

  

  Now in this corner of the night it is all quiet save for the sound of music coming from the end of the hall. A song from the 80s with a fiddle, a song they played while Lily was visiting…. Read More ›

• The better together speech, 1984

  By Bill Pearse on March 16, 2025 • ( 0 )

  

  The way the clouds pass across the sky and stretch like see-through gauze through my window. Stretching back to another time. Stumbling onto the stage and crossing it as a 14-year-old. Dropping my speech, the papers scattering across the floor,… Read More ›

• My prayer for you

  By Bill Pearse on March 12, 2025 • ( 11 )

  

  Patches of snow in the foothills on a bleak morning in March. It is your first week sober. You’ve been a daily drinker for 20 years now and this is the longest you’ve gone since you can remember. It is… Read More ›

• Self-updating systems

  By Bill Pearse on March 10, 2025 • ( 18 )

  

  I folded myself back into the routine of work. I hadn’t billed a full 40 hours since last July, eight months. What did Lily mean when she said she disassociated? I sometimes got flickers of that and liked it. It… Read More ›

• One more wish

  By Bill Pearse on March 7, 2025 • ( 7 )

  

  That was it. Sometimes I could see how the rest of my life would play out by the way it was going day by day. We watched the sequel to Dune, that world’s lore, the large underground worms and the… Read More ›

• Birth, rebirth

  By Bill Pearse on February 23, 2025 • ( 8 )

  

  That janky toilet seat always leaned left, the toilet paper holder too. In the early morning the body signaled what it would feel like later in life. Early morning or late night it was hard to tell which was which,… Read More ›

• Portrait of a snowman with dead grass for hair

  By Bill Pearse on February 17, 2025 • ( 4 )

  

  All this snow lying around still, like frosting on a gingerbread house. At the park when it’s still dark walking a path between the setting moon and rising sun. Bit by bit the snow receded, leaving splotches of black stains… Read More ›

• First Saturday in Washington

  By Bill Pearse on February 8, 2025 • ( 17 )

  

  No moon at 3 AM but twinkly stars and lawns covered in white, the failing charge of the solar-powered footpath lights made a weak ghostly hue. Had to look up “what to do about itchy scalp” and wondered, could it… Read More ›

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