William Pearse publishes memoir, travel journals, poetry and prose.
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Tag Archives: New York City
The moments we steal with cameras and pens
The hot tub smells not altogether good when it’s been left a while without its chemicals. I come home to find it gagging on a Barbie doll one of the kids put under the lid, legs sticking out, choking. Hair … Continue reading
The Waiting Room
Peel died of a heroin overdose in a cheap New York hotel, probably exactly what he wanted. I saved a letter he wrote in 1992, with his careful, shaky verse: instead of my name in the address line on the … Continue reading
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Tagged Charles Bukowski, DPchallenge, drug addiction, Memoir, New York, New York City, postaday, Tom Waits, William Burroughs
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