Tag Archives: William Pearse writer

The weight that won’t shake

Posted on February 13, 2019 by

After a week of snow it finally broke, and started to melt and with it sliding off the branches and dripping off the gutters it looked like the sky was crying, the earth collapsing in on itself and with the … Continue reading →

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Nowhere, slow

Posted on February 9, 2019 by

The spent tea bag stapled at the top, the icicles dripping on a Saturday afternoon freed from any thought of what time it could be, spread out like a soft cheese with hair unwashed, snow with nowhere to go, nothing … Continue reading →

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Man, 48, transmogrifies to Indian salmon pictograph on Cougar Mountain

Posted on February 7, 2019 by

In the dark my dog and I set off to climb the trail, crawling beneath trees, drinking from streams— up the switch backs hugging the hillsides with only our night vision and senses to guide us At the pass, the … Continue reading →

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The complicated way you express your love

Posted on February 2, 2019 by

The rain came back, so long since we’d seen it I went outside waiting, listening for it, trying not to draw parallels to my dry January: Dawn and I got a table at the steakhouse, a split of bubbly, and … Continue reading →

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This time on earth

Posted on January 30, 2019 by

Where does it go, when the hair recedes—and why does it leave? And will I go like that too, without any notice but more a long, slow fade like snow thawing in a field— And are we just that then, … Continue reading →

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“Believe”

Posted on January 28, 2019 by

I grind my teeth at night, I clench my jaws what’s troubling me, beneath the surface? big, prehistoric fish swimming low? my fears, my desires, combined to one? you clench your jaws for all you want to say but cannot, … Continue reading →

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First time hearing Can with my percussionist friend, Loren

Posted on January 27, 2019 by

How many memories do you keep in a jar on that shelf? Here’s one from my 20s, driving across a bridge at night with the stereo up loud. Were we out of our minds high on the energy of our … Continue reading →

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