Bill Pearse

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• Iceland spar

  By Bill Pearse on April 13, 2018 • ( 19 )

  Friday, April 13 Allentown, PA Between me and the homeless guy the table remained open the whole time I sat at the Starbucks. I wrote and watched him from the corner of my eye stirring his coffee. Three regulars at… Read More ›

• Killing the Tree of Heaven

  By Bill Pearse on April 10, 2018 • ( 30 )

  We went back to the east coast by way of Newark, and though it was spring break we made the kids wear coats, and I packed a scarf. We got a rental car and drove to my grandmother’s house in… Read More ›

• Sonata in C major, “rites of spring”

  By Bill Pearse on April 3, 2018 • ( 16 )

  Spring cleaning comes when I just can’t take it anymore. All the cobwebs we haven’t seen, the dust, the feeling the whole house smells. Everything needs to be taken apart and blown out. A half pot of coffee followed by… Read More ›

• Crow call for April

  By Bill Pearse on April 2, 2018 • ( 15 )

  

  The chicken brined and so did I, in a solution of salt, memories and music. That Easter in France with Rob and Paul roasting the lamb — then the one 30 years ago I had to work at the drug… Read More ›

• Love and work (and when it doesn’t work out)

  By Bill Pearse on April 1, 2018 • ( 18 )

  Crossing into April, Dawn and I were getting ready to be married. But the weather had been so nice every weekend for three weekends straight, we worried our luck wouldn’t hold out. All of us met at a lodge in… Read More ›

• The letting go, again

  By Bill Pearse on March 29, 2018 • ( 33 )

  Like the dog, I’ve started taking morning naps. One of the things I’ll miss most about contracting is these times, taking walks with the dog during sun breaks or running errands on weekdays, staying on top of the laundry. I… Read More ›

• Blurred passage to poem

  By Bill Pearse on March 29, 2018 • ( 10 )

  How the poem appeared an object in the mist I paddled toward and circled round And though it was odd and lustrous, with living things nesting and squirming inside, it was too tall and slick for me to climb. Better… Read More ›

• Sonata for flute and harpsichord

  By Bill Pearse on March 27, 2018 • ( 10 )

  Happy plumes of smoke from the chimney, the log house behind ours. Now that it’s for sale, they leave the lights on all night and day, and it glows through the trees and bushes, happy plumes of smoke like a… Read More ›

• Stormy skies one Sunday

  By Bill Pearse on March 25, 2018 • ( 11 )

  

  After all the noise from the weekend, it was good to come down to our den and just sit in the morning quiet. Outside the skies looked stormy, and I thought about the porn star and the president, the interview… Read More ›

• Leading the witness

  By Bill Pearse on March 24, 2018 • ( 4 )

  

  3/24/18 Pulling into Wenatchee on a Friday night just before dark. The Olive Garden family restaurant, a long time since I’d been to one and longer still before I’ll go back. Charlotte, slap happy / punch drunk on two Cokes,… Read More ›

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