Bill Pearse

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• 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 ›

• Stay (and help me to end the day)

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

  

  After the storm the streets smelled like Christmas with all the pine needles down. There was a house for sale so it was empty and they kept all the lights on all the time. It looked sad like that, exposed… Read More ›

• Holes in your logic

  By Bill Pearse on November 5, 2025 • ( 10 )

  

  After getting my ears pierced I thought my life would change but of course it didn’t, not one bit. This is what inclines people to get more holes or tattoos. The Hole That Can Never be Filled. It got so… Read More ›

• Urban hieroglyphics

  By Bill Pearse on November 4, 2025 • ( 6 )

  

  When the macadam broke on the road it took on the texture of a lizard or elephant’s skin, deep ridges spidering out in broken patterns. It was light enough to see on my walk by the horse farms though still… Read More ›

• Standard Time

  By Bill Pearse on November 3, 2025 • ( 6 )

  

  I tracked Lily with my phone, especially when she was traveling through Europe, clubbing in Barcelona for example. I wasn’t proud of it and tried not to look in a snooping way but it was hard. I was glad she… Read More ›

• Primitive forms of passage

  By Bill Pearse on November 2, 2025 • ( 6 )

  

  Just like our pets I was prone to taking afternoon naps. Naps after lunch were best, more so after pie. I felt like Bilbo Baggins cozying into my cottage right before the dwarves came. Outside there was scant, filtered light,… Read More ›

• Samhain in Scotland reflection

  By Bill Pearse on November 1, 2025 • ( 4 )

  

  Early November always reminds me of Scotland, the best memories of our UK winter tour there 10 years ago. Going for breakfast on All Saint’s Day, Celtic New Year, at some barren stone cottage on the shores of Loch Ness…. Read More ›

• Counterbalance

  By Bill Pearse on October 31, 2025 • ( 11 )

  

  It’s pie season here at the Pearse’s even though I’m the only one who eats pie. First the chocolate satin pie and then the toffee apple one with cool whip. I gripped the flab on my hips and thought man,… Read More ›

• Station air break

  By Bill Pearse on October 30, 2025 • ( 13 )

  

  Nothing like a clean batch of underwear. I can go a while as my family will attest. Apart from the fact they’re laying off tens of thousands of workers and trading in human capital for machines (and utterly evil), Amazon’s… Read More ›

• Fear of flying

  By Bill Pearse on October 28, 2025 • ( 11 )

  

  Normally after drinking coffee and walking in the morning I’m motivated to work around the house but today after breakfast I just lay on the sofa and gazed out the window. I needed to shower so I could put the… Read More ›

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