It’s always something, some locust or beetle or “killer bees.”
stream-of-consciousness
Major character syndrome
On Sundays I take more time at the lake and get there early enough I have it all to myself. There’s a rock on the shore where I sit and a Corona beer bottle cap a few feet below the… Read More ›
Back and forth, again
I remember it’s the end of April and think back four years ago, when we came back from Germany.
Sunday roadside stands
The rain fell so hard I stood in the doorway watching it, letting in the cool, clean air.
Spirit is time-reversed to your body
I remembered the smoked turkey we had in the meat locker from Easter and started fantasizing about eating a leg, just standing in the kitchen and taking it by hand.
A question of degrees
Upstairs someone was either crying or laughing.
The loop
Walking to the lake with Lily and how she seems to grow older with every step, as if it’s happening on this very walk, these new features in her face…and how time bends.
Ten years gone
I had a talk with Lily about the scenario where both mom and dad get sick and someone has to assume control of the house, which would fall to Lily.
No contact pizza
My beard was getting thick enough I could tug on it in a way that both hurt and felt good at the same time.
Song for April, 2008
It took me way too long to appreciate the nuance in that record, called April and released on April 1, 2008.
Bill Pearse 