Bill Pearse

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• Physical education

  By Bill Pearse on June 13, 2021 • ( 24 )

  

  In grade school PE we were forced to do chin-ups in front of the rest of the class and some boys could barely do one, and were laughed at and teased, called pussies and worse. But there were others, quiet… Read More ›

• The passing through

  By Bill Pearse on June 12, 2021 • ( 4 )

  

  Poem you come out unformed as me, with no bones you plop onto the ground eyeless and bare, hardly alive. And what is form, but a language others assign to us for filing purposes? And what are we beyond our… Read More ›

• Sisyphus in the underworld of our kitchen

  By Bill Pearse on June 11, 2021 • ( 18 )

  

  It’s true, the microwave is sticky. Sticky on the insides, sticky when the door opens. And there’s hair on the kitchen cupboards, hair adhered to grease. Animal hair, but it doesn’t belong there. And mold on the insides of the… Read More ›

• What it takes to look like a poet

  By Bill Pearse on June 10, 2021 • ( 3 )

  

  There is nothing ordinary or light about you. You don’t look into the camera, you look down or sideways. You do that because the weight is too much for anyone to bear, the weight of your gaze. You know that,… Read More ›

• Postcard from the Mediterranean

  By Bill Pearse on June 9, 2021 • ( 10 )

  

  I go back to the curves of that sea along the beach, shapely as a woman’s hips. To the dark, side street bars and waving aloe stalks, the persistence of salt in the maritime air.

• Song for Billy Collins

  By Bill Pearse on June 8, 2021 • ( 14 )

  

  All night while we sleep in the dark of the kitchen by the sink the coffee tumbler stands on its head upside down like a yoga pose in the drying rack beside the Belgian beer glass, the salad spinner, the… Read More ›

• Cloud Atlas for Dummies

  By Bill Pearse on June 7, 2021 • ( 31 )

  

  A dramatic spring sky where the clouds take on exotic shapes, this one taking me back to grade school when I first learned about plate tectonics, the idea our earth was once supercontinents that broke apart, that you could fit… Read More ›

• Off the coast of Connemara

  By Bill Pearse on June 6, 2021 • ( 14 )

  

  We did not know it then, we drove to the end of the world on a nameless peninsula, a spit off the edge of Ireland, some cheap car we rented in Dublin, a stick, we drove all day across that… Read More ›

• Song for reopening

  By Bill Pearse on June 5, 2021 • ( 18 )

  

  And after so long, a whole season of seasons spent indoors, it sounds like the whole world is reawakening.

• The new Walt Whitman smartphone

  By Bill Pearse on June 4, 2021 • ( 16 )

  

  It fits in your palm like a lotus blossom, like a butterfly.

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