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Tag Archives: death
The Tower card, reversed | Field notes from the Pacific coast
This is a series of posts I started in late May and plan to continue for 40 days, with a goal of hitting 50,000 words by July 5 (#30 post). It’s inspired by a three-day solo trek on the Washington … Continue reading
Posted in death, Memoir
Tagged aging, creative nonfiction, death, faith, field notes from the pacific coast, identity, loss, Memoir, mid-life crisis, Tarot, Tower card, William Pearse writer
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Existential work theme | Field notes from the Pacific coast
This is a series of posts I started in late May and plan to continue for 40 days, with a goal of hitting 50,000 words by July 5. It’s inspired by a three-day solo trek on the Washington coast, with … Continue reading
Jupiter’s Beard in B minor
I wound back up Cougar Mountain, the A7, the seam air shaft to primrose mine—and there at the end was a pit, a deep hole in the ground with a large rock bearded in moss, dripping, making cave sounds. And … Continue reading
That exquisite pose, prose
It wasn’t supposed to snow or smell like dog puke still in the corner of the sofa but it did both (it smelled and snowed), and I tightened my scarf and went out after dark but it was starting to … Continue reading
Posted in death, prose
Tagged death, loss, pacific northwest, parenting, postaday, prose, William Pearse writer
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Life lessons from dreaming dogs
The dog in her sleep quivered, you would have thought she was dead she looked so still – some replayed scene imagined to make her believe she was somewhere else, living.
Posted in death, poetry
Tagged death, dreams, existentialism, Meaning of life, nostalgia, poem, poetry, William Pearse writer
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The lake waves look like hands on the shore
Now the lake advances in creeping hands along the shore and the lifeguard chair is empty, there’s the threat of showers, the tree boughs move with the underwater look of deep-sea creatures in slow motion and the frog beneath our … Continue reading
Posted in poetry, writing
Tagged Autumn, death, fall, frogs, poem, slugs, William Pearse writer
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