Bill Pearse

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• Magic, or otherwise

  By Bill Pearse on October 25, 2020 • ( 8 )

  

  I walked eight miles and didn’t see another soul. Another hundred and I’d cross the Oregon border. I got to the lake, cleared a ledge of snow off by a small stand of trees and pulled out my tent, moving fast to stake it out.

• Maps and legends

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

  

  We’d drive the twisted road down from France across the border and into the crowded dusty parking lot in Spain then return home with cases of wine and if they had it, the Bols oude genever.

• Laughing in tune

  By Bill Pearse on October 13, 2020 • ( 12 )

  

  Those petty, pernicious forms of hatred were woven into the fabric of our upbringing. Though my parents did their best to undo it we learned cruelty early on, it was in our DNA, and there was always someone to make fun of or put down to make us feel more powerful.

• Advent of absence

  By Bill Pearse on October 12, 2020 • ( 16 )

  

  We can curl up with our cats and blankets and books and reheat yesterday’s soup.

• The White Duck

  By Bill Pearse on October 10, 2020 • ( 8 )

  

  Image taken without permission from writer Ross Murray I’d never seen one like it before and my instinct was to feel sorry for it because the other ducks either shunned the white duck or lashed out at it with their… Read More ›

• Slow fade, side two

  By Bill Pearse on October 6, 2020 • ( 6 )

  

  Pink on the mountains as the sun falls behind the ridge and casts a shadow with a line inching upwards in gray as it sets. I climbed that peak and could picture myself on the top in a picture I… Read More ›

• Funny how the circle is a wheel

  By Bill Pearse on October 3, 2020 • ( 17 )

  

  I started talking to someone again, and made plans to FaceTime her at 4. We hadn’t talked since last summer so she asked, how’s it going with your family, with the pandemic? I said it feels like the wheels have… Read More ›

• While waiting for the harvest moon

  By Bill Pearse on October 1, 2020 • ( 12 )

  

  Now the fog is on the lake and the lines are blurred again. A mist moves with the haunting grace of a ghost across the surface then disappears. The dock is closed to all activity, the swimming area marked by… Read More ›

• Something I learned today

  By Bill Pearse on September 30, 2020 • ( 7 )

  

  At the back of the property the blackberry vines were advancing but the fruit was anemic and as I sampled it there was deer scat in the grass and fruit flies that made me feel uneasy. I went back once… Read More ›

• Mimicry

  By Bill Pearse on September 28, 2020 • ( 10 )

  

  I had to go back to where I was from. The beach, where the forest meets the ocean and the river lets in. In that golden autumn we were all forgotten. I hung my shirt on the back of my… Read More ›

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