“I feel things deeply. I just don’t rush about it.”
✦ Selected Works ✦
The archive — essays and observations, long thoughts and short ones. Some arrived slowly, turned over for days before landing. Others were finished before looking up. Both are correct. All of it belongs to the Pawscar Wilde series.

Saturday and she is coming home late tonight. I have been monitoring the front door since breakfast. Not waiting. Monit — read more

She’ll smell like the city and taxis and bagels but underneath all that she’ll still smell like Mom and I’ve been pacing — read more

The scent will arrive three minutes before the car turns into the drive and I vibrate at frequencies that concern even m — read more

Mom comes home tonight and I have been tracking the clock since breakfast and Dad keeps saying “easy Oscar” but there is — read more

The canyon calls and I am ready. Twelve degrees means the air will be clean and the ground solid under my paws. There i — read more

Mom comes home tomorrow. The house knows. Dad left her reading glasses on the kitchen counter — they have been there for — read more

The frozen bone is finished. The living room sofa presents itself as the logical conclusion. Gus arrived first. He has — read more

The frozen bone arrived on schedule but Gus took his to the bathroom. He is in there now making sounds I cannot classify — read more

Gus just walked into the family room, looked directly at the freezer, then looked at me. Then at the freezer again. Then — read more

The frozen bone arrived seventeen minutes late tonight. Gus sat by the freezer from 18:00 to 18:17 without moving. I wat — read more

Gus has been sitting next to the freezer for eleven minutes. Not moving. Not looking away. Just sitting. The commitment — read more

The frozen bone is coming. I can feel it in the air molecules. Friday has a different electromagnetic signature than Thu — read more