Bill Pearse

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• Field recordings, Portland

  By Bill Pearse on November 16, 2025 • ( 6 )

  

  I went back to Portland to see my childhood friend Loren for the night. Arrived early and left 24 hours later. We took our familiar walks and ended things where we started, at his local coffee shop, Keeper. In the… Read More ›

• Waning crescent

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

  

  Made plans to drive to Portland for the weekend and see my childhood friend for a night. Woke at 0330 too excited to sleep and used my phone light to pack an overnight bag: just my toothbrush and night guard,… Read More ›

• Salad days

  By Bill Pearse on November 14, 2025 • ( 2 )

  

  I remember leaving that apartment on Spring Street. It was the first place I lived alone after breaking up with my girlfriend. Spring is one over from Union on the edge of Seattle’s Capitol Hill, inside the Central District. Not… Read More ›

• Walter Mitty, Walter White

  By Bill Pearse on November 13, 2025 • ( 7 )

  

  Can a person die from too much Kringle? I have tried. And why does it all come from Racine, Wisconsin? Why not Denmark? Do Danes in Wisconsin have the actual recipe? This pillowy danish with crack cocaine icing and nuts… Read More ›

• Song for the dawn

  By Bill Pearse on November 12, 2025 • ( 3 )

  

  I loved the look of the dawn in the mountains when camping, a long band of pale light along the horizon pushing up against the dark and gloom. It was uplifting to see how the light could dispel the dark… Read More ›

• The sun is the same in a relative way

  By Bill Pearse on November 11, 2025 • ( 5 )

  

  Not needing to go to school on a Thursday in late November was nice. I remember standing outside the car in the early afternoon noting the sky, the dull lead color but the light no less, heading to my grandparents… Read More ›

• Renewal

  By Bill Pearse on November 10, 2025 • ( 6 )

  

  I went to our local Indian bazaar for fresh curry leaves and bought what I thought was spinach but when I looked at my receipt it said pulsaag, an Indian spinach alternative also known as basella, a climbing vine. I… Read More ›

• Sad Classical

  By Bill Pearse on November 9, 2025 • ( 13 )

  

  For as much as I liked walking in the dark it was much better in the pre-dawn, more color in the sky. Nobody out on a Saturday but me and the rabbits. More reason for the owls hooting I guess…. Read More ›

• Laszlo, Charlotte, Dawn, Timmy, the moon

  By Bill Pearse on November 8, 2025 • ( 11 )

  

  Mom’s Hungarian lodger Laszlo made plans to move out. Charlotte and her friends are at an age they’ve started experimenting with alcohol. Dawn and I began a routine of going out on Fridays for dinner and sat by the window… Read More ›

• The play’s the thing

  By Bill Pearse on November 7, 2025 • ( 6 )

  

  Once we got into November the year started to droop. Seattle earns its reputation for bad weather in the eleventh month. It’s not just the rain but the wind storms and darkness. Once Halloween’s over we reset the clocks and… Read More ›

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