Bill Pearse

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• ‘Clockwise’

  By Bill Pearse on May 31, 2018 • ( 17 )

  

  Around this time of day my eye starts to twitch and I have to hold it to make it stop. There’s the old wall clock in the living room that’s slow, needs help keeping up – then the clock in… Read More ›

• Lines (of longitude and latitude)

  By Bill Pearse on May 30, 2018 • ( 12 )

  Though the tree is dead, it’s home to a lot of bugs, birds and bats, you can tell by the holes. It’s like the abandoned factory across the street from our apartment in Philadelphia that became home to the homeless,… Read More ›

• Wilhelm’s mausoleom

  By Bill Pearse on May 29, 2018 • ( 18 )

  

  I stopped by the dry cleaners, then the car wash — vacuumed out the pollen, the cottonwood, pine needles and dandruff, the nail clippings and dirt, then gathered wood to make a fire later, shook off the spiders from the… Read More ›

• The god of only children

  By Bill Pearse on May 28, 2018 • ( 18 )

  

  For some reason when I’m in Portland I feel like I can be more myself, maybe because no one knows me here. I wake and walk down César Chávez to the Starbucks in the cool, marine air. And remember the… Read More ›

• Tuesday, May 22 6:40 PM

  By Bill Pearse on May 22, 2018 • ( 14 )

  I cleaned the drain traps, packed my lunch, said goodbye to the kids and left for work. When I got home I took my socks off and went outside barefoot, spilled my beer, had to go inside for another. The… Read More ›

• Gray of lake combined to sky, the same

  By Bill Pearse on May 20, 2018 • ( 4 )

  

  Through the narrow path in the nearby park, a semi-circle that crowns my walk, the trees are leaning in and damp with dew. It’s late spring now, past peak, broken petals brought down by an overnight rain. I come to… Read More ›

• Video of last night’s dream sequence

  By Bill Pearse on May 20, 2018 • ( 8 )

  

  The dream premise was that I could use my mind for special powers through my hands. It was a new power though, like learning to balance oneself on a bike. To practice, I concentrated hard, felt my jaw tighten, my… Read More ›

• One Saturday in May, with ’77 million paintings’ playing

  By Bill Pearse on May 19, 2018 • ( 21 )

  

  The cottonwood started falling and now it feels like we’re in a snow globe that won’t stop. Charlotte and I went to the aquarium and looked at the octopus, its sheep eyes, the valves where the cheeks would be, opening… Read More ›

• Testing and failing, most every day

  By Bill Pearse on May 19, 2018 • ( 19 )

  By the time we get to Friday we’re all so tired, we’ve just started going out for dinner. Last night I took the high road and just had a salad but when we got home, a couple slices of pizza… Read More ›

• Dr. Chan’s office

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

  I went back to the dentist, the first time since that July we left for Europe in 2015. The space between then and now kept growing wider and made me feel unclean. When I sat in the chair the assistant… Read More ›

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