The sky returned what we saw in it but like a mirror, it lied: It lied on your wedding day when you thought it brightened just for you: It lied when you carried your cat to the vet’s office to… Read More ›
Poetry
The last of the 8 o’clock sunsets
The clouds are dragon tongues, painted Nordic boats and they blow me back to Scotland, to the fall, to shrill winds and leafless trees, to the comfort of wool and soup, smoked fish, and sleep. Now the shrubs are shriveled,… Read More ›
Portrait of a spider trapped in my sink
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 ›
Poem for the first sunny day in Seattle
How the underside of the crow’s wings glowed when it was dusk and the light dropped so slow from the sky a two-hour cue and the spaces between the leaves went from peach to pink, and all about, a tapestry… Read More ›
Now my heart is full
Perhaps our hearts are different sizes like cups made by joining palms, closing seams— we don’t know their size until they’re empty or full and even then, it’s unclear: their only job is to hold, a place to store things… Read More ›
Winter’s playground is closed for the season
If you were to look back through a hole at your life, if it were like a kaleidoscope when held to the light, the days would fold in on themselves and combine, and collapse to form a frame called “your… Read More ›
Just because you put it in a book doesn’t make it any better
On that last day of winter the sun finally came out, and though the cars and rooftops were covered in frost I walked to the far fields with my coffee where there’s still horses, on Rock Meadow Farm. It was… Read More ›
The force of the light is the theme
How soothing at the lake, the water pooling in. Birds and kid sounds, a gull burrowed down, a helicopter seed- pod’s propeller spinning, brown: I watched it all the way, thought I could stay here all day, on the seam… Read More ›
I sat on the edge of my hot tub naked
I sat on the edge of my hot tub naked toweling off five minutes to four and thought one day I will look back on this and remember it better than it is now.
The scene with my grandfather in a dream
In my dream my grandfather was there and I thought this is the last time I will see my grandfather and then he was gone flickering between a photo and a living, breathing grandfather and in the street a wake… Read More ›
Bill Pearse 