Bill Pearse

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• Hello, goodbye

  By Bill Pearse on December 15, 2019 • ( 11 )

  In the dream I had just gotten a sleeve tattoo, like the armor on a teenaged mutant ninja turtle, panes from a tortoise shell, orange and red. And I was walking into the Starbucks corporate office for a new job,… Read More ›

• Song for late autumn Saturdays

  By Bill Pearse on December 14, 2019 • ( 26 )

  

  A voice is wailing from the radio, an opera, in a language I don’t understand. The gray today is like a palm pressing down on my head or worse, a pillow. One kid is in the shower with the radio… Read More ›

• Removed

  By Bill Pearse on December 13, 2019

  

  I can still remember the first Sony Walkman head phones and how it felt when the metal frame slipped out and rubbed against my temples. I didn’t care, it still felt like magic. The Police had come out with their… Read More ›

• Norwegian wood

  By Bill Pearse on December 12, 2019

  

  He turned bowls made out of reclaimed wood from the dead or fallen trees, the Norwegian maple from a cemetery reformed in the shape of a bowl Dawn picked out; we’d find a special place for it in our home…. Read More ›

• One remembrance

  By Bill Pearse on December 7, 2019 • ( 8 )

  

  We dropped down into Denver, the lights below, the wisps of cloud and snow, a funny time of year to visit. A time you wouldn’t unless you had to, the passing of my brother-in-law Chip, a celebration of life at… Read More ›

• Sunday night with the tree

  By Bill Pearse on December 4, 2019 • ( 20 )

  

  And I wondered what it thought of all this ornamentation and this fuss: this cruel ending.

• Their home

  By Bill Pearse on November 30, 2019 • ( 3 )

  This is where they’d started their family, when it was their home.

• Thanks giving

  By Bill Pearse on November 28, 2019 • ( 6 )

  

  And then for a time it is just the sound of the dog licking an empty bowl I’ve turned out all the lights so the coming dawn can fill every room and why do we say, “I’m filled with loss”… Read More ›

• One decision of many

  By Bill Pearse on November 16, 2019 • ( 23 )

  Our lives become a summary of our decisions: the actions we take (or don’t take) that make us who we are.

• My old man pose

  By Bill Pearse on November 14, 2019 • ( 9 )

  I ate last night’s dinner for breakfast, wild mushrooms in bone broth. I sat by myself in the nook chewing, contemplating the day. It passed without report. In the middle of the night the moon made the fog look like… Read More ›

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