Bill Pearse

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• Winter’s Playground

  By Bill Pearse on December 6, 2020 • ( 10 )

  

  We are in Michael’s boyfriend’s apartment getting into Michael’s boyfriend’s bag. Michael is gay before anyone else in Pittsburgh. He wears scarves and earrings and looks beautiful but doesn’t act like a priss. People talk behind his back but he doesn’t care because he’s not insecure, it’s just who he is.

• The long walk down to SODO

  By Bill Pearse on December 5, 2020 • ( 38 )

  

  Mornings were clear on my walk to work that December, those last few weeks I worked at Starbucks. The walk took an hour but was mainly downhill and for the return route home I took the bus. Half way down… Read More ›

• November’s treasures

  By Bill Pearse on December 1, 2020 • ( 20 )

  

  I yo-yo around the yard occupying myself, for the soul needs a reminder that there’s more beyond itself. And if the soul is elastic, will the stretch marks show when all of this is over?

• The morning sky blushes over eastern Washington

  By Bill Pearse on November 22, 2020 • ( 30 )

  

  It takes a long time for the street lamps to turn off now. In the morning the only sound is the thrum of the interstate off the valley walls or the geese flying away. The interstate cuts through the land… Read More ›

• The art of make-believe and singing in the shower

  By Bill Pearse on November 19, 2020 • ( 26 )

  

  The acts of being and pretending are one and the same through an artful delusion of self. That form of delusion is how people with big dreams make them a reality: by not letting reality get in the way.

• Far country falls

  By Bill Pearse on November 11, 2020 • ( 18 )

  On that gray November day we settled into a small town on the west coast of Scotland. Most of the leaves were down and the colors resigned to brown, the red on the roadside you’d mistake for leaves was really… Read More ›

• Song for mid-autumn soothing

  By Bill Pearse on November 5, 2020 • ( 16 )

  

  I had to turn off my notifications and head to the hills for a few hours. I was glad for the smell of wet leaves and patchwork of brown and yellow on the ground, glad for the sweat in my… Read More ›

• The rat torture scene reveal

  By Bill Pearse on November 3, 2020 • ( 12 )

  

  It is the last thing they have to hold on to, perhaps. Winston and his girlfriend have broken from the state and formed a tryst. When they are captured, they’re separated and taken into confinement for weeks, months, possibly years of interrogation and reconditioning.

• Lifetime

  By Bill Pearse on November 1, 2020 • ( 6 )

  

  There is a space between us and the ones we love and I want to understand why we allow that distance. Or talk about what gets in our way of crossing it.

• Roll call

  By Bill Pearse on October 29, 2020 • ( 20 )

  

  I muscled my way through writing as I did with mountaineering, relying more on brute force than actual technique. In mountaineering it nearly got me killed and as a writer it kept me at the junior varsity level of blogger…. Read More ›

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