Bill Pearse

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• Renewal

  By Bill Pearse on November 10, 2025 • ( 6 )

  

  I went to our local Indian bazaar for fresh curry leaves and bought what I thought was spinach but when I looked at my receipt it said pulsaag, an Indian spinach alternative also known as basella, a climbing vine. I… Read More ›

• Sad Classical

  By Bill Pearse on November 9, 2025 • ( 13 )

  

  For as much as I liked walking in the dark it was much better in the pre-dawn, more color in the sky. Nobody out on a Saturday but me and the rabbits. More reason for the owls hooting I guess…. Read More ›

• Laszlo, Charlotte, Dawn, Timmy, the moon

  By Bill Pearse on November 8, 2025 • ( 11 )

  

  Mom’s Hungarian lodger Laszlo made plans to move out. Charlotte and her friends are at an age they’ve started experimenting with alcohol. Dawn and I began a routine of going out on Fridays for dinner and sat by the window… Read More ›

• The play’s the thing

  By Bill Pearse on November 7, 2025 • ( 6 )

  

  Once we got into November the year started to droop. Seattle earns its reputation for bad weather in the eleventh month. It’s not just the rain but the wind storms and darkness. Once Halloween’s over we reset the clocks and… Read More ›

• Stay (and help me to end the day)

  By Bill Pearse on November 6, 2025 • ( 10 )

  

  After the storm the streets smelled like Christmas with all the pine needles down. There was a house for sale so it was empty and they kept all the lights on all the time. It looked sad like that, exposed… Read More ›

• Holes in your logic

  By Bill Pearse on November 5, 2025 • ( 10 )

  

  After getting my ears pierced I thought my life would change but of course it didn’t, not one bit. This is what inclines people to get more holes or tattoos. The Hole That Can Never be Filled. It got so… Read More ›

• Urban hieroglyphics

  By Bill Pearse on November 4, 2025 • ( 6 )

  

  When the macadam broke on the road it took on the texture of a lizard or elephant’s skin, deep ridges spidering out in broken patterns. It was light enough to see on my walk by the horse farms though still… Read More ›

• Standard Time

  By Bill Pearse on November 3, 2025 • ( 6 )

  

  I tracked Lily with my phone, especially when she was traveling through Europe, clubbing in Barcelona for example. I wasn’t proud of it and tried not to look in a snooping way but it was hard. I was glad she… Read More ›

• Primitive forms of passage

  By Bill Pearse on November 2, 2025 • ( 6 )

  

  Just like our pets I was prone to taking afternoon naps. Naps after lunch were best, more so after pie. I felt like Bilbo Baggins cozying into my cottage right before the dwarves came. Outside there was scant, filtered light,… Read More ›

• Samhain in Scotland reflection

  By Bill Pearse on November 1, 2025 • ( 4 )

  

  Early November always reminds me of Scotland, the best memories of our UK winter tour there 10 years ago. Going for breakfast on All Saint’s Day, Celtic New Year, at some barren stone cottage on the shores of Loch Ness…. Read More ›

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