Bill Pearse

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• The wind through our windows, Anchorage

  By Bill Pearse on August 17, 2019 • ( 16 )

  We tottered down the runway, wriggling inside the plane. Pale lead morning, 18 years since I’d flown to Alaska. That weekend before 9/11, the end of the tourist season, closing down the shops. Our kids now taking pictures outside the… Read More ›

• Self portrait under August sky

  By Bill Pearse on August 16, 2019 • ( 13 )

  

  It is a Thursday night with live music at nearby Pine Lake we can hear from our house. It is also a full moon, the night before we leave for Alaska, the coffee maker set for 3. I’ve shaved my… Read More ›

• A fair way to go

  By Bill Pearse on August 15, 2019 • ( 24 )

  It is the hour of 4, and the light is best for where I sit on the chaise-lounge, beside the scabby hot tub that’s been dry all summer. The hot tub is kaput because the large fir popped up the… Read More ›

• Your so dumb Ginger

  By Bill Pearse on July 25, 2019 • ( 24 )

  

  Trapped inside a black pyramid in Las Vegas for four days, moving through the underground tunnels like mice between hotels, casinos, the convention center. Returning to summertime rain in Seattle and falling asleep to it, the sound of static, of… Read More ›

• How the house felt after the kids left for summer camp

  By Bill Pearse on July 3, 2019 • ( 16 )

  

  Outside it was warm and the lupine stalks were bending down, some on their faces like mollusks gumming the ground but not making it very far, frozen mid-suck. The dog smelled bad, a telltale bad like she’d rubbed herself in… Read More ›

• Hero’s pose

  By Bill Pearse on June 23, 2019 • ( 8 )

  

  We waited and waited but it didn’t seem like the marine layer would ever burn off. Lily had a date with a boy we hadn’t met named Colin, and I texted her to come outside so we could talk. And… Read More ›

• The long descent through the quarry

  By Bill Pearse on June 21, 2019 • ( 15 )

  

  I got down on my hands and knees in the shower with a toothbrush and some baking soda paste. The web site said if the drain had a musty smell that was mold, but if it was more like a… Read More ›

• Fifty-fifty clown

  By Bill Pearse on June 15, 2019 • ( 2 )

  The crow’s wings are magician hands that flap and disappear through the swirl of animal souls and the gray marine layer of morning. The lake is gray too, ribbed by a breeze or by paddle boats, the same each day… Read More ›

• Broken clouds

  By Bill Pearse on June 5, 2019 • ( 11 )

  Charlotte starts therapy today at the same time as Lily, which means by late afternoon the three of us will each be talking to different counselors in separate rooms, with Dawn waiting in the lobby with her book. It’s afternoon… Read More ›

• Stopping to pay the toll on the road to self

  By Bill Pearse on June 4, 2019 • ( 15 )

  At times there seemed to be so much beauty I couldn’t convey it, and at other times it evaded me for weeks or for months, for what seemed like forever. I sensed a link between my seeing the beauty and… Read More ›

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