William Pearse publishes memoir, travel journals, poetry and prose.
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- In the Alps with Eberhard | Size Really Does Matter August 17, 2018
- Dream of forgetfulness in the wake of night August 11, 2018
- It is the right light to be critical August 7, 2018
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- One commitment (for August) August 1, 2018
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Tag Archives: isolation
River 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
‘Where the shadows run from themselves’
I got back in the slot, the cafeteria salad bar at work, tonged some shredded carrots, spinach, diced beets…made a modest bird’s nest out of it, weighed it, scanned my card, picked a two-top by the windows and started in. … Continue reading
Posted in musings
Tagged angst, Cream, dream interpretations, existentialism, identity, isolation, Issaquah Alps, Maxfield Parrish, parenting, postaday, William Pearse writer
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You’ve got to earn the right to be wrong
The woman in the pizza shop carries her kid on her hip like it’s some growth, a Mini-Me, an evil puppet you can’t control that just talks like that and won’t stop. Because I’m not employed and my wife is over-worked and we’re … Continue reading
Posted in humor
Tagged board game Risk, humor, isolation, Kaiser Wilhelm II, Memoir, mini-me, parenting, Sleeping Beauty, suburbs, the band The Fall, writing process, writing style
17 Comments
No present like the time
Ginger is on top of a stuffed rabbit with a squeaker, looks like she’s sodomizing it. The rabbit has a cartoon eye, looks nonplussed. Ginger thrashes it to break the neck, sniffs its underside, walks off distracted, comes back. I … Continue reading
In between the nether-lands of dreams
I enter the shop and trip a chime and it’s the same tone on my phone that wakes me: new message. I wrote this in my sleep. I’m walking down the row of cubes, at work, naked. There’s people in my … Continue reading
Posted in technology
Tagged Alien, Anti-Technology Dystopic Riff, art, distraction, DPchallenge, dreams, homeless, humanity, isolation, mirrorball, NaNoWriMo, philosophy, postaday, prism, technology
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Dream about a boy who turned to stone: online loneliness
We go to our corners, the family. There’s the TV and the kitchen for the genders to split, devices for the teenagers to keep them docile, interested, present. Life spins in a prism of thoughts and distractions, frames. Most you … Continue reading
Posted in music, technology
Tagged art, blogging, blogosphere, culture, DPchallenge, existentialism, isolation, loneliness, love, philosophy, postaday, social media, solitude, technology, The Smiths
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