In three days Dawn and the kids had eaten three quarts of ice cream and most of the saltines.
pacific northwest
Of fear and fascination
It is way too early in this thing for me to be getting irritable with my kids while we’re stuck at home.
The new normal
It was winter’s last gasp with wet snow in the lowlands and more expected in the mountain passes.
Jaw Rest
I looked up images expecting to see something from Alien.
You never give me your money
Lily, born today and growing up in that little house in West Seattle behind the Sub Shop #9 and the corner bar we never once visited, Chuck and Sally’s.
The new normal
The seam between winter and spring.
Song for March invocation
The awareness of how different it is here than in my neighborhood in the suburbs.
This life is a book I don’t want to finish
It’s a game where there is no winning, only the joy in the odd and unexplained.
Quiet choir for midwinter mornings
The end of the world or start of a weekend when everyone’s away.
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.
Bill Pearse 