It is way too early in this thing for me to be getting irritable with my kids while we’re stuck at home.
journal writing
The new normal
It was winter’s last gasp with wet snow in the lowlands and more expected in the mountain passes.
The view from my window
But if you put yourself in the eyes of the audience would it change what you do onstage?
“Between thought and expression there lies a lifetime”
In the early morning before the sun comes up we sit in the dark with a candle and our coffees and ask how the other one slept. Letting the dog out and standing in the fog, hurrying back in beneath… Read More ›
Song for March invocation
The awareness of how different it is here than in my neighborhood in the suburbs.
At first, and then
That was the first time I realized that just because you put something in print doesn’t make it any better than it was from the start.
Gig work and trapeze artists
It can be scary for a contractor without the promise of work lined up after you end a gig, like a trapeze artist letting go of one swing and reaching out for the next.
Any day a holiday
Knowing we had it good then but not realizing how much.
Procession
Fine, wet snow falling. Snow like sifting sugar, adding to last night’s on the lawn, filling in the footprints, whitening the paths I shoveled earlier in the drive. How it comes on harder then, how the branches droop from the… Read More ›
We are in the south of France now
It is this time, I think to myself on the couch, that I will want to keep with me forever.
Bill Pearse 