Bill Pearse

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• 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 ›

• The real color of fake blood

  By Bill Pearse on October 9, 2022 • ( 10 )

  

  Now the big maple leaves are copper colored and scattered across the trails. Some have spots, most are matted together. They will combine down into a tapestry of debris and then recombine with the earth. The scent and sight of… Read More ›

• Lessons in recovery

  By Bill Pearse on October 5, 2022 • ( 45 )

  

  This is how the bargaining works, you get drawn back into the maze. And it is a kind of madness to feel like you don’t have control over your own mind. If the labyrinth metaphor works for you, consider how the walls are formed and why.

• The area of a square

  By Bill Pearse on September 30, 2022 • ( 18 )

  

  We are sitting on a swing on the porch of an airbnb in the town where Lily goes to school, Cedar City, Utah. It’s a fine town, though not much of a town. There’s a university which gives it a… Read More ›

• The coarse acting show

  By Bill Pearse on September 28, 2022 • ( 19 )

  

  But there is a similarity between acting and creative nonfiction writing in being true, through channeling a feeling for others as a form of release. Because we all need a release from this world.

• What I would do if I had the time

  By Bill Pearse on September 27, 2022 • ( 20 )

  

  Saying I’m unemployed sounds dramatic but I guess it’s true. You go through periods of being unemployed when you work contracts and for me it’s not much of a thing. Since the pandemic, I’ve worked a string of jobs (maybe… Read More ›

• On a Friday morning in September somewhere

  By Bill Pearse on September 23, 2022 • ( 21 )

  

  I have come here to see my kid. Air BNB blankets gathered around my legs, the windows cracked. The time different, the sun not yet come up, all my things in the closet or my carry-on. It is different not… Read More ›

• The journey to the top is nonstop

  By Bill Pearse on September 22, 2022 • ( 22 )

  

  I’ve had to run across the airport to catch my plane. I try to be zen about these things but part of me is and part of me isn’t. I know I’m going to make my connection because it’s just… Read More ›

• The first person

  By Bill Pearse on September 19, 2022 • ( 20 )

  

  If the phone is the new mask of Greek theater, a personō for us to sound through, perhaps our kids just understand better than we do how to really use it. Because as Bowie showed us, the self is a kind of fiction.

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