William Pearse writer – Page 55

‘There is a light that never goes out’

By Bill Pearse on January 21, 2017 • ( 6 )

I lay in a hot bath but the seal in the stopper leaked and the water went down (and I with it, too): and once under- neath the tub I looked up at a light the shape of a ring coming… Read More ›

All the walls are fake

By Bill Pearse on January 21, 2017 • ( 11 )

Lily got a 4.0 grade point average her first trimester in middle school, Student of the Month award, two certificates, did a pirouette as she announced it, shook her hips, raised one foot over her head in a yoga pose… Read More ›

Now vaguely familiar

By Bill Pearse on January 19, 2017 • ( 8 )

We rode the Tube to the West Kensington stop and got off to visit my old friend there, who lives across the road from her ex. We took the elevator to the top floor and when we got out she… Read More ›

Nothing perfect or terrible

By Bill Pearse on January 18, 2017 • ( 10 )

We drove down to London from Stratford mid-January, found our place, parked, confirmed the length of our stay with the manager who warned the time would go by fast, which was fine by me: we’d been out of our house… Read More ›

A message for a Golem one morning

By Bill Pearse on January 17, 2017 • ( 26 )

Clouds spun out in pillowy strands, like cotton candy. The frozen leaves on the rhododendrons collapsed in on themselves like umbrellas. They had a copy of The Corrections in the lending library on the dead end street so I nabbed… Read More ›

Running across the ice

By Bill Pearse on January 16, 2017 • ( 33 )

When it was still dark I walked to the lake to see if the moon was out and reflecting on the surface now that it was frozen. Even the edges along the shore were frozen, sealed shut. It hadn’t frozen… Read More ›

Why it’s hard getting rid of things we identify with

By Bill Pearse on January 15, 2017 • ( 30 )

I couldn’t imagine getting rid of the African robes. Dawn’s on this kick now from a book where you categorically go through things to determine what brings you joy and if it doesn’t, you get rid of it. We’re putting… Read More ›

Possibility of ground collapse or fatal gases

By Bill Pearse on January 14, 2017 • ( 16 )

I got up as the moon was going down, and back along the icy trails of Cougar Mountain we went, my dog Ginger and I. After I peed she peed in the same spot, like we were playing some game… Read More ›

Magnificent return to splendor

By Bill Pearse on January 13, 2017 • ( 24 )

All the grisly-bearded rooftops in the morning covered with frost, warming up the car. Realizing I’m falling into familiar work patterns, things I used to do in my last job: going out to the car a few minutes before I… Read More ›

Part of the earth froze and we with it too

By Bill Pearse on January 12, 2017 • ( 1 )

Those flattened-down fronds and tree limbs too, the holes in our road frozen over, and in our yard this morning the little birds stir for what little food they can—like us, their lives held together by such small things.