Bill Pearse

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• I wonder why the wind

  By Bill Pearse on May 8, 2020 • ( 2 )

  

  The most perfect night. Perfect is a superlative, so it can’t be topped. There’s no “more perfect,” or most perfect, it’s fine on its own, it’s perfect. The first really warm day when everything takes on a different feel. The… Read More ›

• “Insignificance”

  By Bill Pearse on May 7, 2020

  

  A new page on the calendar with its tongue hanging out to either tease or taunt us: our insignificance, a new getting through.

• “And now, release the giant hornets!”

  By Bill Pearse on May 5, 2020 • ( 26 )

  It’s always something, some locust or beetle or “killer bees.”

• Major character syndrome

  By Bill Pearse on May 3, 2020 • ( 6 )

  On Sundays I take more time at the lake and get there early enough I have it all to myself. There’s a rock on the shore where I sit and a Corona beer bottle cap a few feet below the… Read More ›

• 18th and Union

  By Bill Pearse on May 2, 2020 • ( 16 )

  I was 25 and alone. I didn’t have a car or plans on the weekends. I got up and made coffee and went out for the day.

• Let’s move to the country

  By Bill Pearse on May 1, 2020 • ( 10 )

  

  The night falls in pink tones. Streams of pink-gold through the trees, the sound of a newscaster in the other room, a ticking clock. My blanket and the bell from the cat’s collar. Cherry blossoms weighting down the boughs. Moments… Read More ›

• Back and forth, again

  By Bill Pearse on April 30, 2020 • ( 10 )

  

  I remember it’s the end of April and think back four years ago, when we came back from Germany.

• Like a picture print by Currier and Ives

  By Bill Pearse on April 28, 2020 • ( 14 )

  

  Dad retreats to the den while the chicken marinates, lights a stick of incense, and helps the dog get a bone out of the basket.

• It doesn’t go out like a lamb

  By Bill Pearse on April 27, 2020 • ( 22 )

  

  They said everyone needs to work from home and the vibe on my floor was a kind of evacuation mode in slow-mo.

• Sunday roadside stands

  By Bill Pearse on April 26, 2020 • ( 12 )

  

  The rain fell so hard I stood in the doorway watching it, letting in the cool, clean air.

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