William Pearse publishes memoir, travel journals, poetry and prose.
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Tag Archives: Walt Walker
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Pouring boiling water down the sink drain to kill the fruit flies. The look of them in the dark as it spills through, this everyday violence. Remembering what my arm looked like when I cut it as a 5-year-old, running … Continue reading
Posted in musings, writing
Tagged 1984, conditioning, Halloween, horror, Kavanaugh, Memoir, Rosemary's Baby, stream-of-consciousness, violence, Walt Walker, waltbox, William Pearse writer
21 Comments
Gray of lake combined to sky, the same
Through the narrow path in the nearby park, a semi-circle that crowns my walk, the trees are leaning in and damp with dew. It’s late spring now, past peak, broken petals brought down by an overnight rain. I come to … Continue reading
Posted in prose, writing
Tagged consciousness, Memoir, mindfulness, nature therapy, pacific northwest, prose, short form, Walt Walker, William Pearse writer
4 Comments
One Saturday in May, with ’77 million paintings’ playing
The cottonwood started falling and now it feels like we’re in a snow globe that won’t stop. Charlotte and I went to the aquarium and looked at the octopus, its sheep eyes, the valves where the cheeks would be, opening … Continue reading
Posted in music, musings, prose
Tagged ambient music, Brian Eno, Eno ambient, pacific northwest, prose, Seattle aquarium, short form, Walt Walker, William Pearse writer
21 Comments
The end of nostalgia (no, not really)
First I need to come clean and say I’ve got one more 90s piece I’m sharing tomorrow even though I said I wouldn’t. It’s told by a musician trying to make it in Seattle pre-grunge who left for New York … Continue reading
90s nostalgia: Walt Walker | Late night thoughts on a decade
We are winding down a great week of 90s nostalgia, prompted by the 25th anniversary release of Nirvana’s Nevermind. I was hoping my friend Walt would come out of his box for the challenge, and he’s taken a pause from … Continue reading
Posted in music, musings, writing
Tagged 90s dating, 90s music, 90s nostalgia, 90s TV, Cheers, MASH, Memoir, Nirvana, Nirvana 25 anniversary, online dating, Seinfeld, Walt Walker, waltbox, writing
30 Comments
Just Like Billy Pilgrim’s Blues, Amsterdam
I came unstuck in time again and reappeared 20 years later pawing the glass on some Argentinian steakhouse window in the Red Light district with a bull’s head in the window convinced I’d been there before. Two days in Amsterdam … Continue reading
