William Pearse publishes memoir, travel journals, poetry and prose.
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Tag Archives: journal writing
October 21, 2018 (Sunday) Muted mornings of fog, leaving for work in the 6 o’clock hour and not getting home until 5, wondering if it’s going to pay off, this new job. Dawn saw the bob cat again by the … Continue reading
To bait the fruit flies, all we need is apple cider vinegar mixed with Dawn dish soap poured in the bottom of a glass, fitted with a paper funnel, wrapped with tape. The fruit flies appear at the edge of … Continue reading
Posted in Memoir, prose
Tagged addiction, autumn poetry, journal writing, stream-of-consciousness, William Pearse writer
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October 14, 2018 (Sunday) Sadly, I let myself get too annoyed often and it cut into my enjoyment of life. We rode in the Pilot to the pumpkin patch, all six of us, and I reminded Loren and Lily to … Continue reading
Posted in Memoir, prose, writing
Tagged aging, journal writing, mid-life crisis, nostalgia, parenting, short form, stream-of-consciousness, Ulysses
27 Comments
The smell of freshly cut grass in mid-October, summer’s scent, a lover’s fragrance. The clouds more like spring than fall, texture of sheep’s wool. The grass is wet and the cat walks upon it daintily. I spilled half my beer … Continue reading
Posted in prose
Tagged autumn poetry, journal writing, pacific northwest, short form, William Pearse writer
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In the last 24 hours, my blog has been targeted by a bot following attack. At first it seemed like a good thing, all these new followers. They come in batches of five or so every hour, about 200 in … Continue reading
Posted in humor, musings
Tagged blogging, bots, journal writing, social media, social media addiction, William Pearse writer
29 Comments
October 7, 2018 (Sunday) In the den with the fruit flies on the couch I lay listening to the tic of the clock, the dog shifting, the sound of a jet outside, and nothing else worth noting. We are each … Continue reading
Posted in Memoir, prose, writing
Tagged aging, journal writing, journaling, Memoir, pacific northwest, short form
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Song to the dark lands
When I look through the trees at the park near our house they are all pretty much the same as when we started coming here—like me, a bit older but still the same, mostly unnoticed. And the kids were so … Continue reading
Posted in death, prose, writing
Tagged autum, autumn poetry, equinox, journal writing, Memoir, mid-life crisis, nature poetry, poetry, short form, short prose, William Pearse writer
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