Bill Pearse

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• Old to begin

  By Bill Pearse on April 7, 2022 • ( 11 )

  

  How is it I have grown old, old in the best of ways they call “aged” and priced and valued as such, and hard to find. How is it I have grown old and at the same time renewed, this… Read More ›

• When the amber alert woke us at 3:43

  By Bill Pearse on April 5, 2022 • ( 14 )

  

  We thought it was nuclear war and wished we’d bought more water and planned for this but instead it was just the life of some kid we didn’t know, not our own And we went back to bed with the… Read More ›

• The drugs don’t work

  By Bill Pearse on April 3, 2022 • ( 37 )

  

  At first there is not much to remember. Our phone number, which mom makes me memorize. Our address, which is where we live. Both have a rhythm that helps me retain the pattern and I can hear the numbers in… Read More ›

• The secret to our future lies

  By Bill Pearse on March 26, 2022 • ( 17 )

  

  In the dark corners of the library I am looking for my past. The corners are dark because it is the early 80s and I can barely picture it now. The new library has just opened in the old part… Read More ›

• In the mouth a desert

  By Bill Pearse on March 12, 2022 • ( 29 )

  

  I wonder where the phones are leading our kids, are leading all of us, what it’s done to us and if it’s too late to undo.

• Tipping up and touching down

  By Bill Pearse on February 17, 2022 • ( 8 )

  

  You could think that way if you wanted to, it was a funny way to think. Like you could go back for a redo. I’d been thinking that way for a while leading up to February. It was right when… Read More ›

• You can never hold back spring

  By Bill Pearse on February 12, 2022 • ( 22 )

  

  Spring came quick. One day the birds were back and it seemed like life just resumed. Like everyone had been released from a witch’s spell, that’s how it felt. He worked in the yard and dug the heels of his… Read More ›

• Then the mid-life part began

  By Bill Pearse on February 3, 2022 • ( 34 )

  

  In a sense it is like I am not here. And that is the thing about parenting, perhaps the point. To be there when you’re needed and then not at all. You see it in the wild with mother whales… Read More ›

• You can never quarantine the past

  By Bill Pearse on January 30, 2022 • ( 13 )

  

  In fact Greek life mimics the same behaviors we knew before college, namely the idea of an exclusive club, same as the cliques we formed in high school or on the elementary school playground, the key difference being we added drugs and alcohol and girls.

• We were here

  By Bill Pearse on January 21, 2022 • ( 30 )

  

  Books are one of the few things we can touch and handle in an intimate way and then share with strangers when we’re done.

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