Bill Pearse

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• Auf dem Kies

  By Bill Pearse on December 22, 2022 • ( 16 )

  

  Slinking about the town we stick to the edges like rats, we climb the old stone walls sideways. The old stone walls that bulge beneath the fachwerk, that flank the village to the north and south. The village that has… Read More ›

• The LinkedIn post I didn’t post on LinkedIn

  By Bill Pearse on December 17, 2022 • ( 22 )

  

  David Alfe was twice my age when he went to work for me at the Starbucks store on South Street, Philadelphia. He had run restaurants and was a lot more qualified than me to manage the store but he was… Read More ›

• MELT

  By Bill Pearse on December 10, 2022 • ( 10 )

  

  In the morning I checked the weather report but felt some distance from it, like it was talking about a place I was supposed to be but wasn’t. The rain made the snow melt, a mixture of solemnness and hope,… Read More ›

• Faces in squares

  By Bill Pearse on December 3, 2022 • ( 17 )

  

  I went back to work. I didn’t go anywhere, I just got out a different laptop. I have three computers and each one has a distinct purpose. The work computer isn’t mine, it’s on loan. I can get anything from… Read More ›

• Beetles and eggs and blues

  By Bill Pearse on November 24, 2022 • ( 18 )

  

  For 20 days I took an all-cold shower after yoga every morning and today, on Thanksgiving, having the house all to myself, I grunted and snorted and really hammed it up in the shower, finishing things off with a stiff… Read More ›

• A film of light

  By Bill Pearse on November 8, 2022 • ( 31 )

  

  The candle starts off bright but soon goes dim. And that’s OK because the light from outside comes on as the candle’s gone down. The two match each other’s dimness. I sit in the dark with my blanket and the… Read More ›

• New emptiness

  By Bill Pearse on November 2, 2022 • ( 33 )

  

  Loren and I stay up late watching old Genesis concert footage on his sofa, angling the laptop so we can both see. He has a retro light projector propped in the corner that spins on a slow orbit and is… Read More ›

• Gold teeth and a curse for this town

  By Bill Pearse on October 27, 2022 • ( 17 )

  

  You park by the side of the road by the apartments, the place you grew up. A sign says residents only but you feel a sense of entitlement being here. You imagine the conversation you will have if someone stops… Read More ›

• FOREVERANDEVERNOMORE

  By Bill Pearse on October 17, 2022 • ( 10 )

  

  This is how it is then. Walking down the road in the middle of October, the driest October ever. The winds wrestle between cool and warm, east and west. This is how it is getting older. You imagine what it… Read More ›

• Carson Street slideshow

  By Bill Pearse on October 15, 2022 • ( 12 )

  

  We are in Michael’s boyfriend’s apartment getting into Michael’s boyfriend’s bag. It is 1993 and Michael is gay before anyone else in Pittsburgh. It isn’t a display, it’s just who he is. The purple scarves and golden hoops, the flowy… Read More ›

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