Bill Pearse

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• The strength of strings

  By Bill Pearse on February 25, 2020 • ( 9 )

  

  I started to learn that to write is to live, and you can’t do much of the former without the latter.

• Quiet choir for midwinter mornings

  By Bill Pearse on February 15, 2020 • ( 11 )

  

  The end of the world or start of a weekend when everyone’s away.

• Gig work and trapeze artists

  By Bill Pearse on February 14, 2020 • ( 10 )

  

  It can be scary for a contractor without the promise of work lined up after you end a gig, like a trapeze artist letting go of one swing and reaching out for the next.

• Song for early morning meditation

  By Bill Pearse on February 12, 2020 • ( 5 )

  

  Early morning walks from the cottage in January as the light is coming on earlier day by day.

• Any day a holiday

  By Bill Pearse on February 9, 2020 • ( 8 )

  

  Knowing we had it good then but not realizing how much.

• Impromptu streams

  By Bill Pearse on February 8, 2020 • ( 4 )

  

  Who gets a day with nothing to do? What time is this?

• Nowhere else to be

  By Bill Pearse on February 3, 2020 • ( 4 )

  

  Days the world just settles in around you.

• His own forever collapse

  By Bill Pearse on February 2, 2020 • ( 2 )

  

  It was hard to live with an eye for detail and not crumble beneath the weight of these corrections.

• No difference on deck or overboard

  By Bill Pearse on February 1, 2020 • ( 3 )

  

  How the tall trees swayed in the middle of the night in that strange pale glow not from a moon but god knows what all of us awash with a storm spitting sideways as if we were all hanging onto… Read More ›

• The rhythm of the rain

  By Bill Pearse on February 1, 2020 • ( 17 )

  

  All night long the rain.

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