Bill Pearse

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• A question of degrees

  By Bill Pearse on April 22, 2020 • ( 23 )

  

  Upstairs someone was either crying or laughing.

• “Transmission”

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

  

  The butcher’s knife slipped off the edge of an onion and into my fingertip and somehow just the idea of my blood on the cutting board seemed to freak everyone out, for fear I was infected.

• The loop

  By Bill Pearse on April 17, 2020

  

  Walking to the lake with Lily and how she seems to grow older with every step, as if it’s happening on this very walk, these new features in her face…and how time bends.

• “No one really about”

  By Bill Pearse on April 14, 2020 • ( 23 )

  

  How the bell around the cat’s neck grates as she rubs her neck against the concrete. And we stopped caring so much about the cleanliness in our house. Which is counterintuitive because we were all home now all of the… Read More ›

• Beneath a vernal moon

  By Bill Pearse on April 13, 2020 • ( 6 )

  

  Just like it always did, the spring came back.

• Ten years gone

  By Bill Pearse on April 7, 2020 • ( 20 )

  

  I had a talk with Lily about the scenario where both mom and dad get sick and someone has to assume control of the house, which would fall to Lily.

• No contact pizza

  By Bill Pearse on April 3, 2020 • ( 18 )

  

  My beard was getting thick enough I could tug on it in a way that both hurt and felt good at the same time.

• The nervous system

  By Bill Pearse on April 2, 2020 • ( 25 )

  

  In less than a week I ate most of a small ham by myself, oftentimes eating it cold by my computer for breakfast with a hard-boiled egg and coffee.

• Metadata

  By Bill Pearse on April 1, 2020 • ( 16 )

  

  There was a lot to celebrate still.

• Song for April, 2008

  By Bill Pearse on March 31, 2020 • ( 7 )

  It took me way too long to appreciate the nuance in that record, called April and released on April 1, 2008.

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