After six months of escalating daylight I was ready for it to end. I’d been falling asleep to an Egyptian oud player with the volume so low it sounded like he was slapping his drum right next to me. It… Read More ›
pacific northwest
Make hay
I lay in bed with the windows open and the sound of the lawn sprinkler rotating. Just five more days of work. When it’s over they don’t bring you a cake or slap you on the back and say good… Read More ›
“You’re gonna go, I know…”
It was so quiet where we lived. I could lay in the hammock and just hear the sound of the neighbor’s air conditioner and occasional cars, long spans of silence with birds peeping. The cars could be mistaken for low… Read More ›
Sunday sermon
Mornings were best for napping in the picture window on the lip of the sofa if you were a cat with nothing to do. Treated like royalty, we brought him his food, kept his water bowl full, his cat box… Read More ›
Those purple hills
You can smell Tacoma coming from miles away. Rounding the bend on the freeway, how the sky opens up like it did that day driving to the beach after college, to live there the whole summer. The size of the… Read More ›
Bees post
It could just be my imagination but when I taste the honey from Germany it puts me right back in my mom’s house chewing toast and drinking coffee. It’s from our friend Christoph, who tends bees in his back yard…. Read More ›
Memorial
I wrote to an old blogger friend, commented on his last post from five years ago. He replied, Whatever was inside of me that compelled me to write died. It started to feel like a job. I’ve already got a… Read More ›
Sound check
Charlotte and me sitting in the Elks Lodge in Tacoma enjoying our drinks and the atmosphere when the heavy metal band starts up next door, their sound check. First the drummer, then the guitarist, and last the vocalist whose voice… Read More ›
The Breakfast Club
If you get to the park early enough there’s still an edge to the air and you can imagine some nocturnal creatures stirring in the dark. By late spring when the brush leafs out it starts to fill in the… Read More ›
In bloom
My energy levels seemed a bit manic so rather than reach for my phone first thing in the morning I tried sitting in the dark with no music, just the clocks, and Timmy. Timmy still tries to suckle in moments… Read More ›
Bill Pearse 