Bill Pearse

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• Downgraded to a tropical depression

  By pinklightsabre on August 29, 2020 • ( 10 )

  

  The drive to the coast takes five hours from Seattle with three cities in between: Tacoma, Olympia, and Aberdeen. From Aberdeen it’s another two hours to the ocean, featureless and hard to keep awake. I’ve gotten better about what music… Read More ›

• Tow-away zone

  By pinklightsabre on August 10, 2020 • ( 8 )

  

  A mess on the ground that looks like a witch’s wig, but it’s a crow. A dead crow. I’m superstitious enough it’s a sign, and sure enough…cops around the corner with a tow truck about to mount a Range Rover…. Read More ›

• Small towns, long looks, late summer one Saturday

  By pinklightsabre on August 8, 2020 • ( 12 )

  

  When a car comes down the road we all look up. It’s like the looks we used to get from the locals pulling into that small French town. Morning clouds, afternoon sun. Saturdays sleeping in. Just the sound of the… Read More ›

• The last run up the A7

  By pinklightsabre on August 6, 2020 • ( 2 )

  

  I can remember exactly how it felt, and then it’s gone. The look of the sky when it started to change, how clear the seam between summer and fall that year we spent in Germany. How the winery workers appeared… Read More ›

• When the owls cry in the night

  By pinklightsabre on August 4, 2020 • ( 18 )

  

  The irony is I always wanted to work for a creative agency and now that I do they don’t call themselves that. I had to wash the day off of me. Two weeks working on the same thousand words. Words,… Read More ›

• Claws on stone

  By pinklightsabre on July 31, 2020 • ( 11 )

  

  Nervous, the dog follows me up the hill looking for the moon. Last day of July. It wasn’t long after I tied up all the daisies they died. Because it couldn’t give me everything I wanted, I kept going back… Read More ›

• “True Love Waits”

  By pinklightsabre on July 28, 2020 • ( 20 )

  

  I pointed out the moon to Lily as we drove the 900 to her friend Sabrina’s house and we put on the same Radiohead CD we listened to last time, the sad song at the end, “True Love Waits.” Lily… Read More ›

• The intensely masculine act of grilling meat

  By pinklightsabre on July 26, 2020 • ( 14 )

  

  I just felt detached from it all. A strange summertime with no parties, no hosting. Getting blasted in the backyard instead, staring at the sky, waiting for the first star.

• Who’d hex the moon?

  By pinklightsabre on July 24, 2020 • ( 5 )

  

  I went outside with John Coltrane, my portable speaker and a beer. Most of that good Irish cheese had gotten moldy but I ate around the bad parts. Mom sent an email photo of a tissue she blew blood into… Read More ›

• Twilight gazing

  By pinklightsabre on July 23, 2020 • ( 4 )

  

  At night the light through our bedroom window is a deep blue and the fan blows by the dog’s bed, and I think most times I don’t realize how good we’ve got it. There’s the skylight with the pole I… Read More ›

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