Bill Pearse

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• ‘Theft by finding’

  By Bill Pearse on November 26, 2018 • ( 17 )

  Sure, I was still the same but my face was starting to look smudged in those new photos where I looked older. The forehead exposed, the jaw gone slack, the eyes hollowed out and the skin, less color to it…. Read More ›

• By Bill Pearse on November 22, 2018 • ( 23 )

  November 22, 2018 (Thanksgiving). I went back in time to the chauffeur’s flat, that place we stayed in a remote corner of Scotland one Thanksgiving, unlike any other. Near some small, port town on the coast by the ferries over… Read More ›

• The corrections

  By Bill Pearse on November 20, 2018 • ( 17 )

  No matter how much I worried I was growing apart from my kids (or vice versa), there was still time. I picked Charlotte up after work and asked where she wanted to go for dinner. We drove to Issaquah and… Read More ›

• Ham on rye

  By Bill Pearse on November 12, 2018 • ( 18 )

  In the lobby at the recreational cannabis dispensary they were putting up a Christmas tree, and in the shop where a sign says Enter Here and Pay Here everyone looked confused, and I asked about the CBD vs. THC combination,… Read More ›

• Poem | ‘The remains’

  By Bill Pearse on November 11, 2018 • ( 8 )

  How dim the light in the morning through the last brown leaves And the look of the limbs curled inwards, slumped low How soft the heater blows those long, solemn notes Like the sound of a car scraping down an… Read More ›

• The rhythm of trees falling down

  By Bill Pearse on November 10, 2018 • ( 18 )

  Twelve days in a row writing the same marketing copy for a project we started in July that was supposed to end in September. Sitting at my desk in the bedroom while the sun set reading it a final time… Read More ›

• ‘The pink opaque’

  By Bill Pearse on November 4, 2018 • ( 15 )

  Surprisingly, all the muscle I once had in my chest has loosened and now feels like a boob when I cup it in my hands. The kids lost or broke all the cell phone chargers, so we ordered more from… Read More ›

• “Fall back”

  By Bill Pearse on November 3, 2018 • ( 10 )

  I got as close to the light as I could though it was all gray and not much to speak of, and there in the corner of the window a stink bug fanned the glass with a limp leg, and… Read More ›

• ‘My mind is in garlands’

  By Bill Pearse on November 1, 2018 • ( 15 )

  Our inability to get our kids to do stuff manifest itself most in their rooms. This week, after years of trying, I gave up. There are wet towels, empty bags of chips, old glasses of juice, clothes everywhere they should… Read More ›

• ‘Wax and wane’

  By Bill Pearse on October 30, 2018 • ( 14 )

  By the time we got to the end of October I was done with it. The Halloween decals on the windows, the witches and skulls…it seemed to go on forever, like it should have been over by now. The skeleton… Read More ›

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