William Pearse publishes memoir, travel journals, poetry and prose.
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Tag Archives: allentown
Iceland spar
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 … Continue reading
Posted in Memoir, parenting, prose, writing
Tagged aging, allentown, creative nonfiction, journal writing, Memoir, mid-life crisis, parenting, short form, stream-of-consciousness, William Pearse writer
19 Comments
Sterling Hotel snapshot, 1992
I sat at the end of the bar with the bartender Robbie watching It’s A Wonderful Life, his favorite movie. It was snowing outside and the bar was basically closed. He wasn’t supposed to, but Robbie only charged me for … Continue reading
Posted in musings
Tagged allentown, creative nonfiction, humor, It's A Wonderful Life, Memoir, This Mortal Coil, William Burroughs, William Pearse writer
18 Comments
The weird old man down by the lake
First snow on the mountains, and they all look like postage stamps with the clouds, matted in lavender-blue. There’s a purple piece of foam I found on the trail someone dropped, for sitting on, and I take it with me … Continue reading
Posted in musings, writing
Tagged allentown, creative nonfiction, Daytimers, humor, Memoir, postaday, prose, stream of conscious, William Pearse writer
10 Comments
What I learned giving speeches when I was 12
In last week’s Democratic National ConventionĀ comedian Sarah Silverman quoted her shrink, who said ‘we don’t get what we want, we get what we think we deserve.’ I don’t remember why I chose to compete in an oratorical contest when I … Continue reading
Trying to get lost in Belfast by foot
Charlotte’s clothes (8) are mismatched the way they might be for the homeless, for function only, stained, holes, slanted — and I’m collecting plastic bags in my pockets for function too, to tie around my shoes as makeshift rubbers or … Continue reading
Posted in travel, writing
Tagged allentown, Belfast, Billy Joel, Cadillac Kolstad, existentialism, expats, identity, little boxes, Memoir, Pete Seeger, Pink Floyd, suburbs, traveling with kids
28 Comments
Working on leaving the living (2)
As I’m nearing my 500th post, and re-entering the job market as a writer after a 20+ year detour, I’m sharing a few stories of working for small publications in the early 90s, on the east coast. Blog title HT … Continue reading
Posted in writing
Tagged allentown, art, coming of age, creative nonfiction, journalism, making it as an artist, Memoir, writing
17 Comments