William Pearse publishes memoir, travel journals, poetry and prose.
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Tag Archives: mid-life crisis
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
12 Comments
The soul dies first
At the end of it, the wick is either cut too short or it’s so long, it falls on its side and can’t stand up, won’t light. And so much wax left, in the shape of what remains. This body … Continue reading
Posted in death, prose
Tagged Autumn, autumn poetry, death, existentialism, meaning of existence, mid-life crisis, prose, William Pearse writer
13 Comments
The flavor is in the blood
Any cook will tell you, when you brown meat and rest it on the plate, blood will accumulate there and you always use that blood, or whatever juice comes out, when you put it in the pot. I sat in … Continue reading
Posted in identity, prose, writing
Tagged aging, cooking, French cooking, humor, identity, mid-life crisis, parenting, poetry, stream-of-consciousness, Tarot, William Pearse writer, writing technique
43 Comments
Near to fall
And so at last it was done, the book of poems I spent all summer with it seemed. They weren’t my poems, but became mine more and more each day. I sat on a chair in the grass and put … Continue reading
Posted in prose, writing
Tagged existentialism, journal writing, Memoir, mid-life crisis, nostalgia, pacific northwest, sentiment, short form, William Pearse writer
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Gone are the 8 o’clock sunsets
How much was left undone by summer’s end, in the corner of our back yard by the maple tree. The work was coming in again, with everyone coming back from vacations and wanting their things fast-tracked, rush jobs. Learning all … Continue reading
Posted in identity, prose, writing
Tagged aging, journal writing, Memoir, mid-life crisis, pacific northwest, short form, William Pearse writer
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That last Sunday in Prague
Brad said he was getting up at 5 to photograph the Charles Bridge. That time of day, it’s only the serious photographers out and the drunks. He described scenes of people on their sides getting sick, some passed out, unclear … Continue reading
Walking down the unlit hallway of life
Outside in the mid-afternoon there was just the sound of birds and kids and cars going by. It was too hot for anything, everyone hanging onto the edges by the shade. I’d gotten up when the church bells struck six … Continue reading
Posted in death, Memoir, travel
Tagged John Pearse, journal writing, loss, mark kozelek, Memoir, mid-life crisis, nostalgia, parenting, sentiment, stream-of-consciousness, travel, Unlit Hallway, William Pearse writer
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