Bill Pearse

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• Winter over

  By Bill Pearse on October 17, 2021 • ( 13 )

  

  The walk was wet, the ground spongey. The leaves on the trees looking desperate, red or gold. He saw himself in those leaves and how they hung on. He sat on a dry rock beneath the trees on the lakeshore… Read More ›

• They are still there

  By Bill Pearse on October 12, 2021 • ( 16 )

  

  Why did I dream about you, after all this time? You were there in a sketch the way you once were. And the two of us were going home together, my place or yours. Yet we were older, there was… Read More ›

• First viewing of Star Wars, 1977

  By Bill Pearse on October 9, 2021 • ( 22 )

  

  It’s almost summer and we are downtown at the Eric 5 movie theatre standing outside waiting to get in. I am six years old, first grade going on second. We see a girl from school I’ve got a crush on,… Read More ›

• Carver

  By Bill Pearse on September 30, 2021 • ( 7 )

  

  He lay on his back on the sofa like he always did, looking out the window. Birds flocked around the orange berries, limbs flopped over, leaning down. A hearty rain. The grass needing cut. With the pandemic they had gone… Read More ›

• On the 5-7-5

  By Bill Pearse on September 29, 2021 • ( 6 )

  

  Morning’s solemn moon sliver of your former selflow lidded and crude

• Last Saturday night in Wallingford

  By Bill Pearse on September 28, 2021 • ( 19 )

  

  It is late afternoon on a Saturday in late September, early fall, and it all could be normal again if it weren’t for the masks and jugs of sanitizer in the entryway of the cat cafe here in Wallingford. The… Read More ›

• September’s riches

  By Bill Pearse on September 23, 2021 • ( 20 )

  

  It was the first day of fall, and time to check the plantains. The plantains were from Ecuador, the size of cartoon bananas, Mickey Mouse phones, the old land-line kind. I had them in a paper bag to speed the… Read More ›

• Listening to the song Dead Souls while waiting at the park and ride

  By Bill Pearse on September 19, 2021 • ( 16 )

  

  The end of the season is sloppy, everything dead, on its side or overgrown. It is the in between, one season squeezed out by another, neither in their rightful place. I’ve pulled out the foxglove stalks and laid them on… Read More ›

• The bees’ knees

  By Bill Pearse on September 11, 2021 • ( 17 )

  

  The bees are back to harvest the fruit of the flower, to pick through Jupiter’s beard and return to their angular rooms. And when they do, for that brief space between days, what’s it like in the hive with each… Read More ›

• Memento mori

  By Bill Pearse on September 5, 2021 • ( 24 )

  

  It is late August and I am 7 going on 8, never quite old enough in years or in looks. My dad is a school teacher and my mom works at the bank so I stay with my grandparents for… Read More ›

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