Bill Pearse

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• I’ve been waiting for a guide to come and take me by the hand

  By Bill Pearse on May 27, 2020 • ( 11 )

  

  We are living this life where everyone we encounter is just a version of ourselves, the same as in dreams. How long have we been imagining shapes in the clouds? Or telling stories?

• Stand by me

  By Bill Pearse on May 24, 2020 • ( 12 )

  

  I went down into the quarry and my calves burned coming out.

• Touching from a distance

  By Bill Pearse on May 22, 2020 • ( 22 )

  

  Well, this weekend I trimmed my toenails and put out the flag. We didn’t make any plans. I moved a knobby round of firewood up to the fire pit so we could use it as a side table. And broke… Read More ›

• Rainy day, dream away

  By Bill Pearse on May 20, 2020 • ( 6 )

  

  In that dream they came down and the kids ran for them, a spinning set of swings in the air with hats falling from the sky and a big field with the sound of children running to catch them, one… Read More ›

• Blues to Elvin

  By Bill Pearse on May 18, 2020 • ( 9 )

  

  Mondays are best for jazz.

• Blacking out the friction

  By Bill Pearse on May 16, 2020

  

  Of course I remembered the name Dick Boac, he worked at Martin Guitars as an “archivist,” a Falstaff type. But I couldn’t remember anything more about him because he was John’s friend, and John died more than 10 years ago… Read More ›

• Where one relaxes on the axis of the wheel of life

  By Bill Pearse on May 14, 2020

  

  An odd day I didn’t get out until the end of it. Got up early and went to bed early. Both times with the birds coming on. That building arc in the morning you can’t not-hear once it starts, but… Read More ›

• The self-care hair problem

  By Bill Pearse on May 13, 2020 • ( 15 )

  

  This week we all went nuts.

• “Because this moment simply is”

  By Bill Pearse on May 12, 2020 • ( 21 )

  

  All night long the pitter-patter of rain like microwave popcorn popping in a bag.

• Filling holes

  By Bill Pearse on May 10, 2020 • ( 18 )

  

  The firepit, my bloody toe. We slept with all the windows open and it felt like camping. Four years later and we finally moved that mound of soil to the vegetable garden. It takes a global pandemic for us to… Read More ›

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