Bill Pearse

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• Place

  By Bill Pearse on October 13, 2025 • ( 9 )

  

  I’d visibly gained weight after my trip to Europe. The weight that hangs on the gut in flaps. I was way too proud for all that and felt dirtied by my own excess: bread, butter, cheese, pastries, cake. I got… Read More ›

• American Pie

  By Bill Pearse on October 10, 2025 • ( 11 )

  

  This is the final post in a two-week series of travelogues set in Besigheim, Germany with my mom, Linda Pearse. It’s a queer, ghostly light the moon makes through the fog and the early morning dark. I’m now used to… Read More ›

• Last Friday in Germany

  By Bill Pearse on October 9, 2025 • ( 4 )

  

  Wasn’t forecast to rain but it did and I got caught in it. Sunrise, if you want to call it that, was an hour away still. The cocks still knew the time and croaked as I walked by. Odd to… Read More ›

• Copies, backups, forgeries

  By Bill Pearse on October 8, 2025 • ( 8 )

  

  Once you get into the valley it’s a sea of fog. I take the footpath down by the river through the dark and the moon gets swallowed. The sky looks the way old TV screens looked in the 70s after… Read More ›

• On the 18 to Ludwigsburg

  By Bill Pearse on October 7, 2025 • ( 6 )

  

  The train is always the same and so are the vineyards, the trees just starting to change. Europe holds on to its roots. Once in Florence a guy said to me, in the States you live in the future; we… Read More ›

• A form of removal

  By Bill Pearse on October 6, 2025 • ( 5 )

  

  I wrote to remember but you could never come close. The writing became a form of reliving, a cheap copy. It was the worst kind of navel gazing writing letters to your future selves. But I would sooner err on… Read More ›

• The church bells all were broken

  By Bill Pearse on October 5, 2025 • ( 2 )

  

  They keep the windows cracked in most rooms so it’s drafty and the radiators don’t seem to work or they’re not on. The Moroccan rug Laurent pulled out of the attic for Lily is musty smelling and so is the… Read More ›

• Bringing it all back home

  By Bill Pearse on October 5, 2025 • ( 7 )

  

  The shower at Laurent and Nanou’s isn’t like the ones back home, it’s an exposed clawfoot tub with no shower lining. They keep a squeegee the size of a broomstick beside it to push the water into a central drain…. Read More ›

• Dimanche

  By Bill Pearse on October 4, 2025 • ( 2 )

  

  Time distends when we’re in France. We get up late, stay up late, eat late and we don’t make plans. No one is open for lunch on a Saturday so we order eight pizzas and Laurent gets out the fresh… Read More ›

• The A8 to Karlsruhe

  By Bill Pearse on October 4, 2025 • ( 7 )

  

  Outside it was so cold I could see my breath, with frost on the grass and all the trees looking shriveled. I waited until just before sunrise to climb the Himmelsleiter and that made the steep hillsides look pink-gold. Evenly… Read More ›

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