William Pearse publishes memoir, travel journals, poetry and prose.
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Tag Archives: mid-life crisis
The Firth of Forth
In the morning it was darker than we remembered it—Lily called out to Alexa three times to change the alarm, and I went downstairs to start the coffee, to check my phone. My vision was bad from the bug that … Continue reading
Posted in musings, parenting, travel
Tagged Battle of Evermore, existentialism, Firth of Forth, humor, Memoir, mid-life crisis, pacific northwest, parenting, Scotland, Tolkien, travel, William Pearse writer
12 Comments
The parallax view phenomenon
Light frost on the grass, wet snow on the mountain passes. Just me and the ducks at the lake, when they paddle by they make a V that fans out and disappears. The morning sky’s a watercolor like the ones … Continue reading
Posted in musings, parenting
Tagged aging, Battle of Evermore, humor, Jubilee Farm, mid-life crisis, pacific northwest, pumpkin patch, William Pearse writer
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October’s solemn smile
Thank god for the gold-red leaves for without them, I think there’d be no color. Old relatives like dead leaves fall off shriveled-brown-unnoticed and swept to the side, the cold takes them, a different kind of harvest. In the morning … Continue reading
Posted in musings, poetry, prose
Tagged aging, fall poetry, mid-life crisis, pacific northwest, William Pearse writer
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Portrait of a subject reduced to a thread
The ticking of the clock, the rain drops, the same sound of the wood burning when it pops. There’s no sound like that on digital clocks. And at the traffic light we converge for a time: everyone looking down, in … Continue reading
Posted in prose, technology
Tagged aging, Autumn, fall, mid-life crisis, nature and technology, prose, social media, social media addiction, William Pearse writer
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Wednesday’s twilight anthem
The Jupiter’s Beard is fanned-out pornographic in our front yard, exposed to the root. And the grass is so dead, it’s what Gregg Allman’s beard must have looked like before he died, the same gold-straw color, drawn out thick. It’s … Continue reading
Posted in Memoir, musings, prose, travel
Tagged Gregg Allman, Maxfield Parrish, Memoir, mid-life crisis, pacific northwest, prose, Scotland, sense imagery, travel, William Pearse writer, writing
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‘Essence of Cessna’ | on success
Thirty-one years ago the film Pretty in Pink came out. We watched it on Netflix but didn’t remember anything: not Andrew McCarthy’s flickering eyes, nor Molly Ringwald’s quivering lips. Nor the scene with the two of them in a library … Continue reading
Posted in Memoir, writing
Tagged 80s, identity, Memoir, mid-life crisis, nostalgia, pacific northwest, parenting, Pretty in Pink, Prolapse, Puyallup fair, success, Taiwanese scotch, The Smiths, William Pearse writer, writing
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The denial phase
Dawn and I sat at the top of our yard after we got our things out and talked. I had everything drying in the driveway, the sleeping bags draped over the cars. They didn’t need dried out, I just liked … Continue reading
Posted in Memoir, parenting, writing
Tagged aging, Ireland, Led Zeppelin, Maxfield Parrish, Memoir, memory, mid-life crisis, pacific northwest, parenting, Seattle, totality, travel, Van Morrison, William Pearse writer, writing
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