Peace

Portrait of a spider trapped in my sink

By Bill Pearse on August 25, 2017 • ( 20 )

I’m not afraid of you spider though you are ugly, you look different than me I know the care you take to build your webs with the lace from your body you lay traps to feed yourself (as a writer,… Read More ›

Love and moss during wartime

By Bill Pearse on February 18, 2016 • ( 16 )

Plaintive, silent moss that exists but for a balance between water and light: Can we appreciate it for what it is and ever stop rearranging things?

Since the war I smile more

By Bill Pearse on April 26, 2013 • ( 1 )

This is the name of a poem I started after 9-11 but never finished. What bothered me most that day was the knowledge that things would never be the same, that no good would come of it. Instead, more violence,… Read More ›