Bill Pearse

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• Sky therapy

  By Bill Pearse on October 22, 2025 • ( 6 )

  

  The sky was biggest at Rock Meadow, the nearby horse farms where I sometimes walked. Though it was just 10 minutes from our house whole months could go by without me going there. On the right of the small road… Read More ›

• Deep winter fantasies on a new October moon

  By Bill Pearse on October 21, 2025 • ( 9 )

  

  No one seems to like my gumbo as much as I do but that hasn’t discouraged me from making it. It’s the smell of the roux and the mouthfeel of a rich stew that feels best this time of year…. Read More ›

• On The Trail of Dead

  By Bill Pearse on October 19, 2025 • ( 7 )

  

  …And You Will Know Us by the Trail of Dead is the actual name of the Austin-based band, though they started as You Will Know Us by the Trail of Dead and later added the ellipses and conjunction. So right… Read More ›

• User’s sanctum

  By Bill Pearse on October 18, 2025 • ( 8 )

  

  The silhouettes of the horses in the pre-dawn dark look two dimensional. They move at the same pace as me along the lodge pole fencing at the horse farms. Some distant frogs croaking and the din of morning traffic; it’s… Read More ›

• Song for Sober October

  By Bill Pearse on October 16, 2025 • ( 6 )

  

  I felt so good. Chalk it up to the coffee or a good night’s sleep or just the contentment from sitting alone in the dark by the radio with a candle and a blanket in the morning in fall. Messaging… Read More ›

• Meditation on fake body parts

  By Bill Pearse on October 15, 2025 • ( 2 )

  

  It was really hard to sit in the dark in the early morning and do nothing. Blame it on the coffee but my mind raced. There was an odd peace at that time of day standing in the yard with… Read More ›

• Place

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

  

  I’d visibly gained weight after my trip to Europe. The weight that hangs on the gut in flaps. I was way too proud for all that and felt dirtied by my own excess: bread, butter, cheese, pastries, cake. I got… Read More ›

• American Pie

  By Bill Pearse on October 10, 2025 • ( 11 )

  

  This is the final post in a two-week series of travelogues set in Besigheim, Germany with my mom, Linda Pearse. It’s a queer, ghostly light the moon makes through the fog and the early morning dark. I’m now used to… Read More ›

• Last Friday in Germany

  By Bill Pearse on October 9, 2025 • ( 4 )

  

  Wasn’t forecast to rain but it did and I got caught in it. Sunrise, if you want to call it that, was an hour away still. The cocks still knew the time and croaked as I walked by. Odd to… Read More ›

• Copies, backups, forgeries

  By Bill Pearse on October 8, 2025 • ( 8 )

  

  Once you get into the valley it’s a sea of fog. I take the footpath down by the river through the dark and the moon gets swallowed. The sky looks the way old TV screens looked in the 70s after… Read More ›

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