William Pearse publishes memoir, travel journals, poetry and prose.
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- An examination of spirit and self, told from beneath a sheet July 16, 2018
- Going back to Lehigh Street July 12, 2018
- The day the rain stopped July 10, 2018
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- Is, does, can, could: resolutions, one July July 1, 2018
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Tag Archives: fear
They know it’s time to go
After 89 days without a good rain it was definitive it would come back Sunday. We were gearing up for the first fire of the season, a stew, some red wine, music. We’d move the patio furniture to the garage, … Continue reading
Posted in Memoir, musings
Tagged fall, fear, identity, Memoir, pacific northwest, Sandy Denny, self, sentiment, sentimentality, writing, yoga
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Portrait of a spider trapped in my sink
I’m not afraid of you spider though you are ugly, you look different than me I know the care you take to build your webs with the lace from your body you lay traps to feed yourself (as a writer, … Continue reading
Posted in poetry
Tagged acceptance, equality, fear, Peace, poem, poetry, racism, spiders, William Pearse writer
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Field notes from the Pacific Coast | up Ulrich’s Couloir, Stuart
I was probably the only student in class who fell that day, and the instructors pretended not to notice, either to save me the embarrassment or because they were embarrassed themselves. How do you fall on a belay? I couldn’t … Continue reading
Now my heart is full
Perhaps our hearts are different sizes like cups made by joining palms, closing seams— we don’t know their size until they’re empty or full and even then, it’s unclear: their only job is to hold, a place to store things … Continue reading
Posted in poetry
Tagged fear, poem, poetry, postaday, vulnerability, William Pearse writer
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What I learned giving speeches when I was 12
In last week’s Democratic National Convention 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
Ghost house gun control exit
The life of a housewife, a house-husband chiseling away at the laundry, a Greek myth rolling a boulder uphill only to be crushed by it again day-in, day-out: strict rules enforced in the refrigerator with shelves devoted to dairy, to … Continue reading
Posted in musings
Tagged creative nonfiction, Dallas shootings, fear, gun control, mass shootings, Memoir, postaday, violence in America, writing
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Uncommon denominators
Today we put down a deposit on a used car in a town we couldn’t pronounce that sounded like a slur or spit coming up — Eberhard got right on the used car search with his handy at the Bahnhof … Continue reading
Posted in travel
Tagged 70s music, blogging, European travel, expats, family, fear, German culture, Germany, Memoir, men, midlife crisis, parenting, Schengen, Wordpress, writing
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