churchbells

The logic of the bells

By Bill Pearse on August 25, 2015 • ( 24 )

I turn like a rotisserie chicken every quarter hour in bed, with a window angled open toward the church up the street and the bells tolling every 15 minutes, and I wonder if they’re live bells or triggered by some… Read More ›

The churchbells on Sunday

By Bill Pearse on August 23, 2015 • ( 9 )

I get behind two lesbians in the Italian market, this medieval town in Germany — the market, no bigger than an elevator car, a telephone booth, and I say to the guy behind the counter you can leave the cheese… Read More ›