Bill Pearse

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• Brief candles

  By Bill Pearse on March 8, 2023 • ( 24 )

  

  Leaving Utah last September was one of the saddest times of my life, saying goodbye to our daughter Lily. That little airport in the middle of nowhere, so desolate. Sitting in the lobby waiting for the airport workers to open… Read More ›

• World Funny Shortage Getting Serious

  By Bill Pearse on March 6, 2023 • ( 5 )

  Comedy writer Axel Loffmann thought it was just him. Maybe he was going through a dry period. But when Loffmann asked around the comedy community (… World Funny Shortage Getting Serious

• Midwinter break

  By Bill Pearse on February 23, 2023 • ( 26 )

  

  Literally everyone standing in line is on their phone. It said the wait time was 85 minutes but when we got halfway through they said it would be longer, that’s all they said. And when Charlotte checked the wait time… Read More ›

• The signet pinky ring went missing

  By Bill Pearse on February 16, 2023 • ( 19 )

  

  I had to let go of the ring. The ring was gone. The ring came off when I removed my work gloves, fell to the ground, a garden bed. The ring lay unnoticed for a time on its side. The… Read More ›

• Middle-age, Death is at the foot of your bed

  By Bill Pearse on February 5, 2023 • ( 13 )

  

  You stand for a moment fitting your pack and wonder, is it too late for me to set out? The dream metaphor is this: I’m busy packing, gathering my things at the car. I have the lift gate open and… Read More ›

• Animal Vegetable

  By Bill Pearse on February 2, 2023 • ( 14 )

  Was it Kafka who said that we are most human when admittedly animals? I can’t remember. The elephant would.  We give each other pet names and share … Animal Vegetable

• Prompting debate

  By Bill Pearse on January 31, 2023 • ( 41 )

  

  Surely there must be a scale that ranks our resistance to technology from fully resistant (1 – won’t use it) to no resistance (10 – fully embraced it). I think I’m now a “6,” techno curious.

• Orchid piece

  By Bill Pearse on January 25, 2023 • ( 9 )

  

  In the dark, in the window, in its tiny pot the orchid grows. The angles and edges we hardly notice while the orchid works to inhabit its small space. And for us no different, the quiet stirrings, the browned leaves,… Read More ›

• Cordless

  By Bill Pearse on January 19, 2023 • ( 26 )

  

  The bright red Mickey Mouse socks my kids gave me before the pandemic were now going pink and faded with holes opening at the heels. These socks, like so many things in my life, held small resonance. They meant something… Read More ›

• Through the gap in Shakespeare’s garden

  By Bill Pearse on January 13, 2023 • ( 30 )

  

  A woodsy scent of burning cedar and spice. The languid winter hours spent by the window with the lull of rain thumbing the gutters and panes. “Through the gap in Shakespeare’s garden,” that’s the phrase I borrowed from the guy… Read More ›

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