transmigration of the souls

For all its life, it ends in a poem

By Bill Pearse on January 9, 2017 • ( 4 )

I laid the little bird inside a planting pot with a leafless plant, a veil of snow on top— and as the wind picked up I imagined it coaxed the little bird’s soul along, somewhere new— and when I held… Read More ›

The true meaning of karma

By Bill Pearse on October 20, 2014 • ( 6 )

I nap while the beef simmers in the stove, thickening over the house, day sagging into night. There is coffee and beer and water in between to wash us out, to cleanse us, bobbing up and down upon days. I… Read More ›