Dad and I go for a beer in a small Pennsylvania Dutch town called Leather Corner Post. We cut through Claussville, Kernsville, Orefield, and there it is finally: the Leather Corner Post Hotel. They are known for their boom-ba playing,… Read More ›
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The artist as lion tamer
It’s a gift that can feel like a curse, to feel compelled to do art. It follows me around like a stray expecting to be fed, but won’t come when I call it. It’s the killer whale that drags its… Read More ›
Time’s a Thief
Jim is drinking Vodka with his orange juice. I can tell because he’s using small goblets and sipping, and why would a grown man drink juice at night? Dad adds whatever wine is nearby and open to whatever wine is… Read More ›
Wait Until Dark
To cut out your sight and go inward lets you tune in to the small sounds that make your world. In the green house, the creak of the structure expanding with the heat, the dribble of basketballs and children’s talk,… Read More ›
Covered in leeches
Phones, bits, bites, chimes, charges. We are covered in them at the airport. What else is there to do?
The difference between asteroids and meteors
Arcade games emerged in the early 80s, right when I was old enough to be interested, but didn’t have enough money to be good at any. In the game Asteroids, you had a small space ship that shot bullets in… Read More ›
Universal Lie Detector
The challenge of daily life, of art, is to be real. It’s the music that sounds like it’s from the heart, coming from a deep place, not motivated by money. It’s what I hear in early records by REM, when… Read More ›
Counting the days
I wait to receive. I walk the yard in my socks with a Scotch and pick up after the kids. There’s a video on YouTube that talks about the wonder of life and how every day is precious, a gift…it… Read More ›
Lucid Dreams
I had my first lucid dream in years, this weekend. It wasn’t the content of the dream that was remarkable, but the sensation it left me. I realized I was dreaming, but couldn’t feel my limbs. When I tried to… Read More ›
Chasing butterflies
Broken down shed at dusk, looking west. The birds light up the trees and the sky goes pink. I could take a picture now with my phone but it would just be a postcard, and say nothing of my time… Read More ›
Bill Pearse 