Days the world just settles in around you.
William Pearse writer
His own forever collapse
It was hard to live with an eye for detail and not crumble beneath the weight of these corrections.
No difference on deck or overboard
How the tall trees swayed in the middle of the night in that strange pale glow not from a moon but god knows what all of us awash with a storm spitting sideways as if we were all hanging onto… Read More ›
The rhythm of the rain
All night long the rain.
Long dark blues
I remembered what it was like to leap out of bed with an eagerness for the day but that feeling was long gone.
The art in the pharmacy
The art is what you can’t explain about why it made you feel the way it did.
Daydream requiem
One day it will be like this for me I thought.
The rain, the rain, the rain
Winter set in like an abscess, like an infection.
Happiness is easy
That jig-saw view of life taken apart, put back together.
Procession
Fine, wet snow falling. Snow like sifting sugar, adding to last night’s on the lawn, filling in the footprints, whitening the paths I shoveled earlier in the drive. How it comes on harder then, how the branches droop from the… Read More ›
Bill Pearse 