All night long the rain.
pacific northwest
Long dark blues
I remembered what it was like to leap out of bed with an eagerness for the day but that feeling was long gone.
The art in the pharmacy
The art is what you can’t explain about why it made you feel the way it did.
Daydream requiem
One day it will be like this for me I thought.
The rain, the rain, the rain
Winter set in like an abscess, like an infection.
Happiness is easy
That jig-saw view of life taken apart, put back together.
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 ›
Taking stock
The problem started with the awareness that the days were blurring together with little to set them apart.
Slim fields of winter
And I just have to think, to consider the amount of loss I’ll feel when everyone is out of the house and it’s just me, positioning things exactly as they should be.
Once a parent
Lily makes a gun shape out of her hand and puts it to her mouth, pulls the trigger. This, on a Sunday in response to me reminding her that she needs to get ready for confirmation class, if she wants… Read More ›
Bill Pearse 