Bill Pearse

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• 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 ›

• 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 ›

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