William Pearse publishes memoir, travel journals, poetry and prose.
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Tag Archives: prose
You think that you can front when Revelation comes?
Well into the afternoon the house still smelled like bacon. I sat and watched the lawn sprinkler, tried to think about nothing. The last day in D.C. I got up at 6 and walked down to the White House, the … Continue reading
Posted in musings, prose
Tagged Bancroft quotes, Beastie Boys, DC, dystopia, Lincoln, prose, stream-of-consciousness, Tolkien, Trump, White House, William Pearse writer
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Love songs, prose, for the Pacific coast
How the clouds hung on the horizon off the water and made two lines, I thought they were grinding their teeth. All the mountains ground down from the pressure of the sky pushing on them and the earth, where they … Continue reading
Posted in prose
Tagged beach hiking, existentialism, mountain imagery, mountain symbolism, mountains, Oil City, Oil City hike, Pacific Coast, pacific northwest, prose, soul-searching, souls
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‘One more time around’
Now there’s a new sound in the back yard, the sound from the cottonwood leaves when the wind comes in from the west, and all those tiny hands clap, and remind me of the tide coming in or going out, … Continue reading
Posted in Memoir, music, musings
Tagged 90s music, Alice in Chains, Chris Cornell, grunge, Memoir, pacific northwest, postaday, prose, William Pearse writer
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The moon’s broken head in our lawn
Though they said it was full there was no sign of the moon behind the clouds. The dog’s muzzle started to go white, we just noticed. We asked one another if they’d seen the same thing or it just happened. … Continue reading
Posted in musings, prose
Tagged aging, full moon, moon poetry, moon prose, prose, William Pearse writer
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Fugue in G Minor (“keep it like a secret”)
It was hard to understand my relationship with that CD. I remember the day I bought it in Portland my last visit to Loren before Germany. I knew the record but felt I should own it on CD, I only … Continue reading
Posted in Memoir, music, travel, writing
Tagged Built to Spill, humor, Keep it like a secret, mark kozelek, Memoir, postaday, prose, sentimentality, sun kil moon, travel, William Pearse writer
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Blue skied an’ cleared one Saturday
The slow collapse of order brought me comfort, the release to chaos. The house in disarray with shoes everywhere and kids and unclaimed cups and odd dining hours (10 o’clock for dinner) that reminded me of our times in France … Continue reading
Posted in prose
Tagged bohemianism, bohemians, control, identity, Memoir, new Slowdive, prose, Slowdive, travel, William Pearse writer, writing
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Right before the storm the sky turned a queer pink
The wind came on hard so of course I had to go out in it: why does being out in extreme weather make us feel so alive (because at any moment it feels we may not be)? Is it really … Continue reading
Posted in musings, parenting, prose
Tagged pacific northwest, parenting, postaday, prose, William Pearse writer
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