I drove back to my dad’s house taking the back roads from the west side of Allentown to South Whitehall Township, all the roads you know growing up. The season arm wrestling between winter and spring, this day the former…. Read More ›
Creative Nonfiction
Rawdogging it
The antiseptic smell of the airplane cabin, people entering codes on their phones, mating machines through digital glyphs. The way the plane jostles a bit like you’re on a boat. All the little green lights on the seats to charge… Read More ›
Weird screens inside the goldmines
In the back of the Tesla riding to the airport the touchscreen is split between an aerial view with us as a red triangle on the right and more of an in situ view on the left. As cars pass… Read More ›
For small moments
Thank god for the small moments. Outside on the lawn the way our old dog lifts her nose to the sun and sniffs, and squints. Some bird’s nonsense and some flies, the first, their happy meandering. Then a neighbor’s dog… Read More ›
Cat and candle
In the morning in the dark in the rain walking to the horse farms. A whisper of something floral in the air. Then the drip drip drip from the gutter as I lay in bed trying to keep warm. The… Read More ›
Squak-Connector Trail to Shy Bear Pass
The snow was heavy and wet, not far from slush. My wife said you shouldn’t go into the woods because the branches could break and fall but I went anyway and when I got there it was just like that,… Read More ›
John Barleycorn must die
We woke to snow. Hardly a flurry in the lowlands all winter, but finally it came towards the end. Tired from being up late I had to come downstairs to sit in the dark and be with it, the vibe…. Read More ›
Deceiver Trail
The kids were up late monkeying around, you could hear them giggling in their room. It was the echo of little girls though that was a long time ago, now. They were playing a game on one of their tablets…. Read More ›
Factotum
After a couple weeks our dog finally got tired of eating the landscape mulch. In the past she’d throw it up on the carpet, the grossest thing you could imagine. This time it just came out the other end in… Read More ›
My Beerdrunk Soul is Sadder Than All the Dead Christmas Trees of the World
You could let yourself get down with the weather if you weren’t careful out here. Worse in the late fall and winter but spring could be tough for the long patches of rain too, the dreariness. Maybe that’s why Seattle… Read More ›
Bill Pearse 