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• Kaleidoscope of life and death on the PCT

  By Bill Pearse on September 21, 2019 • ( 13 )

  

  On the fourth day we rested only a couple hours from the last camp, still in the burn area. It was already getting hot by mid morning and I got there before Brad, eager to secure a camp. There was… Read More ›

• The phone can’t see what’s really real

  By Bill Pearse on September 19, 2019 • ( 22 )

  

  The month wore on. Though it was cool at night I left the windows open to hear the rain slap the patio. The light was different now, and struggled to make it over the trees. The grass had gone to… Read More ›

• How I spent the back half of my summer, unemployed

  By Bill Pearse on September 16, 2019 • ( 22 )

  

  I took my time shaving, flossing, folding the laundry and putting away dishes. I took long, indulgent showers. In short, I slowed down. Stopped checking my phone. Went through things in the garage, reread old letters, threw out none. Sifted… Read More ›

• Letters and passageways (5): trial runs

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

  This is a series of rewritten journal entries from the summer I spent in the south of France, the first entry here. You wear it on your body, and you don’t even know what it means? Allanah grated potatoes onto… Read More ›

• Letters and passageways (4): Cathar country

  By Bill Pearse on September 11, 2019 • ( 16 )

  This is a series of rewritten journal entries from the summer I spent in the south of France, the first entry here. Allanah and Gregory seem to me a bit bats. It’s more Allanah with her self-taught fortune telling, Gregory’s… Read More ›

• Letters and passageways (3): Rob and Paul

  By Bill Pearse on September 6, 2019 • ( 17 )

  

  This is a series of rewritten journal entries from the summer I spent in the south of France, the first entry here. Rob and Paul seem like an unlikely gay couple to me, not knowing what gay couples are supposed… Read More ›

• Letters and passageways (2): Shawn and Seamus

  By Bill Pearse on September 2, 2019 • ( 12 )

  This is a series of rewritten journal entries from the summer I spent in the south of France, the first entry here. Shawn Lee is my favorite bartender at my favorite bar, The Six Arms. He is often smiling, and… Read More ›

• Letters and passageways: the summer of ’98, south of France

  By Bill Pearse on September 1, 2019 • ( 22 )

  I went back to that summer I spent in the south of France, to recall what I could from my journals, letters, and photos. They resurfaced with the news of a friend who’d died, I’d last seen there—and played on… Read More ›

• Song for late summer

  By Bill Pearse on August 28, 2019 • ( 18 )

  The kids take pictures of me napping at unflattering angles. The first colors of fall start along the highway: the pink-purple fireweed against the green, the coming yellows and browns. Those black spruces leaning in the muskeg, long patches of… Read More ›

• 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 ›

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