William Pearse publishes memoir, travel journals, poetry and prose.
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Tag Archives: James Joyce
The true meaning of karma
I nap while the beef simmers in the stove, thickening over the house, day sagging into night. There is coffee and beer and water in between to wash us out, to cleanse us, bobbing up and down upon days. I … Continue reading
Still
The girls are in the bedroom with the sun washed over them, mouths slung open. The water here is either too hard or soft, it’s hard to make a lather. I’ve been up more than 24 hours flying, eating, drinking, … Continue reading
Posted in travel, writing
Tagged Felix Mendelssohn, Ginger, Gunther Stilling, James Joyce, John Pearse, Merlin, Paul Auster, Peter Stillman, Rainer Maria Rilke, Ross Murray, Sherwood Anderson
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The Art of Make Believe (#mywritingprocess)
It’s true, writers like nothing more than to write about writing, to postpone the real work (of writing). And like the game of golf, you get lucky with a few strokes and then spend the rest of your life thinking … Continue reading
Posted in writing
Tagged #mywritingprocess, drinking tips for teens, James Joyce, the green study, writing
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The Notes Between The Keys
I spent the last year here rebuilding my confidence as a writer, forcing myself to see my life as noteworthy every day, gathering inspiration. I didn’t know what I was doing, and half-hoped the sheer pursuit of a Broken Down … Continue reading
Posted in writing
Tagged Aleister Crowley, art, blogging, coming of age, commitments, dreams, James Joyce, liminality, Philip Seymour Hoffman, The Fool, writing
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Suburban alternatives (2)
Dawn thinks Ruby has an enflamed rectum, which starts when she makes skid marks across the carpet with her rear-end. We hold her over the sink in the laundry room and run the water over her fur, I can feel … Continue reading
Posted in humor
Tagged Ballard, DPchallenge, dreams, drinking tips for teens, Guided by Voices, inspiration, James Joyce, postaday, Seattle, writing
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Dead skin diary
I remembered the kitchen sink was clogged, and knew I couldn’t sleep in, I had to fix it. I don’t know anything about plumbing and was lucky to even find a wrench. I got it apart and emptied the dirty … Continue reading
Posted in humor
Tagged blogging, DPchallenge, James Joyce, parenting, postaday, slice of life
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When I’m there I’m not
Connecting! I’m on the text now because I got one while I sat at the restaurant across from my kids, coloring. We step outside to take it down, it’s so good. (It’s like we’re here now, but not. I can see … Continue reading
