William Pearse publishes memoir, travel journals, poetry and prose.
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Tag Archives: DPchallenge
Weekly Writing Challenge: Collecting Detail
You don’t need to leave the house to enter different worlds, they’re all hiding right here. I got down on all fours at eye-level with the three dogs and galloped across the tile from the kitchen through the dining room, … Continue reading
Posted in writing
Tagged cops, Dick Tracy, dogs, DPchallenge, Frank Lloyd Wright, guns, Music, New Tripoli, paranoia, Philadelphia, psychedelic, supernatural, writing
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Song for winter
The ocean pounds the rocks and the sky’s gone to slate, and it’s the sound of lovers dashed to pieces, in the mist: and it’s all we ever wanted, to disappear to the roar of the applause and go back … Continue reading
Posted in poetry
Tagged DPchallenge, identity, love, mark kozelek, nature, poem, poetry, postaday, winter
3 Comments
It’s not your story once you tell it
My friend wrote a blog post about a Thanksgiving where his uncle got drunk and they had to call 911. He told me more about it when I met with him on Friday, and described some detail I didn’t remember … Continue reading
Posted in writing
Tagged blogging, DPchallenge, old age, postaday, Robert McKee, story, writing, writing technique
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The Golden Hour of Knowing, The Witchcraft of Writing
I repositioned a photo of my dad in a mirror over the fireplace in our den. It’s odd because I look at the mirror and see myself, and also see him in the corner, and I look at both of … Continue reading
Posted in writing
Tagged art, blogging, christmas, DPchallenge, existentialism, Morrissey, Music, philosophy, poetry, postaday, sorcery, supernatural, The Smiths, writing
6 Comments
Youngs Snug Bar: the story behind the sign
Mike and I drove down from London to the south of France in a VW camper van with a gay couple my step-dad befriended in the 60s. Rob and Paul were a gruff duo who rarely touched, and slept in … Continue reading
Posted in humor, travel
Tagged DPchallenge, English, French, humor, London, marriage equality, postaday, travel
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Myths of the living
I keep a journal in a pocket notepad, but the journal is different from what I write here. The notepads cover about three months at a time before I get a new one, and then I save them in a … Continue reading
Posted in death
Tagged blogging, DPchallenge, existentialism, journaling, philosophy, postaday, writing
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As I lay dying, lying about death
All the people who work at the bar seem to have part of their brains missing. They’re confused about what’s on tap and always have to check with someone else; I wonder if they’re hungover or just stupid. And that’s … Continue reading
Posted in death
Tagged 400, DPchallenge, drinking, humor, Issaquah Brewhouse, NaNoWriMo, pacific northwest, parenting, postaday, Rogue, Seattle
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