Bill Pearse

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• The Slider

  By Bill Pearse on February 25, 2024 • ( 6 )

  

  If there’s a brotherly love that can happen between men, I felt it most for my old Cajun friend Myki. And I think about him every Fat Tuesday when the Mardi Gras music starts, and wonder what he’s up to…. Read More ›

• Seeing through screens

  By Bill Pearse on February 17, 2024 • ( 11 )

  

  In the middle of the night, from the other side of the room, I can hear the sound of the dog breathing. It is a deep, peaceful sound like a human’s breath. The cat, on the other hand, makes no… Read More ›

• Ode to Can

  By Bill Pearse on February 16, 2024 • ( 22 )

  

  Damo Suzuki died. It was a bleak mid-February day in the Pacific Northwest, the kind of day that reminds you it’s still a long way to spring. Fittingly it reminded me of our time in Berlin one February, a place… Read More ›

• Made-up dreams

  By Bill Pearse on February 11, 2024 • ( 17 )

  

  When Dawn is gone and I have the bed to myself I spread out like a starfish and fall into a deep sleep. Last night I dreamt I saw a younger version of myself; the two of us were introduced… Read More ›

• The drive back from Portland

  By Bill Pearse on February 9, 2024 • ( 4 )

  

  The drive back from Portland is not just a drive back from Portland, it’s every drive you’ve ever made. It’s the roadtrips with the family, the one you made to the Redwoods, the one with a girlfriend in the late… Read More ›

• In defense of things

  By Bill Pearse on January 27, 2024 • ( 17 )

  

  Dawn’s mom Beth is moving out of her house and downsizing to a senior living community. She’s lived in this house since 1982, so it’s a big deal. If memories are like fallen leaves on the ground then the soil… Read More ›

• Dreams of being nude

  By Bill Pearse on January 20, 2024 • ( 25 )

  

  The cat likes drinking out of the faucet and meets me in the bathroom at the same time every morning. She hops onto the sink, rubs the spout with her chin, makes a wet smacking sound as she laps. The… Read More ›

• Turn your back on Mother Nature

  By Bill Pearse on January 13, 2024 • ( 9 )

  

  The first time I tried sobriety we were in England and it was January, a cruel time of the year to sober up. But something about the landscape and season reflected the inner peace I needed. Long muddy walks in… Read More ›

• The denuding affair

  By Bill Pearse on January 5, 2024 • ( 11 )

  

  Once I got rid of all the pine needles and glitter I turned to the exterior and swapped out the multi-colored lights for white. Denuding the house of Christmas was a solemn but energizing affair. But living in the Northwest… Read More ›

• Postcard from pinklightsabre

  By Bill Pearse on December 30, 2023 • ( 12 )

  

  Woke to the sound of German choral music and then spent an hour cooking a roux. Drove to the park but had to keep stopping to take pictures of the sky. Pink in every direction, peaks white with snow. Ran… Read More ›

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