Bill Pearse

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• Moss-petting in Portland (March, ’18)

  By Bill Pearse on March 22, 2018 • ( 20 )

  

  Signs for deaf children, hand-painted Volvo’s, driving into Portland on a Friday night. By morning the rain had brought down the cherry blossom blooms like confetti, and the children across the street were young enough they could walk on walls… Read More ›

• When the saints go marching in

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

  

  Softly the deer who live behind our house burrow down in a patch of green at night, and in the morning appear outside the abandoned house next door like figurines. The house has been abandoned for three years since it… Read More ›

• The first of the 7 o’clock sunsets

  By Bill Pearse on March 11, 2018 • ( 24 )

  Sunday, the first day +60 degrees in a long time. In the morning under the trees it sounds like the birds are filling into the auditorium, taking their seats. They all know when to come back and they all know… Read More ›

• The self-confining myth of inspiration by routine

  By Bill Pearse on March 10, 2018 • ( 15 )

  

  Call it superstition, that ritual for good luck before you perform. I go to the same spot in our den, put on a record, light a stick of incense, hope that magic happens on the keyboard. After a time you… Read More ›

• Last night on 29th place, SE

  By Bill Pearse on March 7, 2018 • ( 4 )

  We really lived in that house, if it was the wrapping we were the candy, the present, and inside there stirred our souls and the house bore witness and the calendar pages flipped, the seasons passed, our photos on the… Read More ›

• The importance of first impressions and personal grooming

  By Bill Pearse on March 6, 2018 • ( 19 )

  The top of my head, my scalp, felt dry like I imagined snake skin would feel, and I took to it with the perverse interest of dried glue. I was in the tub trying to relax. I had a high-grade… Read More ›

• Stones and bones [cemetery song]

  By Bill Pearse on March 4, 2018 • ( 25 )

  Once you make a major purchase (house, car, major appliances) things invariably start breaking down and costing more money. Things break in multiples, the same with bad omens (in 3’s, 5’s, 7’s, like the number of days you can expect… Read More ›

• One in the same

  By Bill Pearse on February 27, 2018 • ( 7 )

  When the rain came back it was like an old friend we’d become dependent upon who’s not good for your health but at least you know what to expect from them. It triggered the sameness of gray, of winter in… Read More ›

• ‘Something out of nothing’

  By Bill Pearse on February 26, 2018 • ( 19 )

  

  On the twenty-first floor of the Grand Hyatt hotel I stood at the window in my bathrobe looking out at the high-rises and cranes above, mountains in the distance and ferryboats, all the people looking back in at us. I… Read More ›

• White-gray on the color wheel

  By Bill Pearse on February 24, 2018 • ( 19 )

  In the 19 years I’ve known Dawn it was maybe the second time I’ve seen her hungover, one random Friday in February. And though it was set to snow and I tried a new gumbo recipe, built a fire, she… Read More ›

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