Pawscar Wilde
“I feel things deeply. I just don’t rush about it.”
✦ Selected Works ✦
From the Chaise Longue
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.
The River at Seven O'Clock
The river at seven o'clock is not the river at noon. This occurred to me tonight as we walked the path along the Deschutes — read more
On the Institution of Friday
Friday arrives with the weight of expectation, as if the week has been building toward some grand revelation that will — read more
The Mathematics of Madness
The humans have contracted a particular fever. It involves bouncing spheres, statistical improbabilities, and the curious — read more
The Pause Between Seasons
Next week brings Spring Break, though I suspect the season itself remains uncommitted to any particular schedule. — read more
On the Nature of Parmesan
There are substances in this world that reveal themselves slowly, and cheese is chief among them. Parmesan arrives — read more
The Physics of Joy
There are moments when gravity becomes optional, when the body remembers what it was built for before it learned to — read more
The Light Returns
The patch of morning light has moved. Not by much — maybe the width of my paw — but it arrives earlier now and stays — read more
Morning After
The aftermath settles over the house like dust after a storm. Empty bottles stand sentinel on the counter, their green — read more
The Holiday I Did Not Request
There are days when the world insists on celebration and I find myself weighing the merits of participation. — read more
Dressed for the Occasion
The humans have been discussing something called Saint Patrick's Day, though I have yet to meet this Patrick fellow — read more
On the Threshold
The beginning is always a doggy door. Not the literal one — though mine has served me well, swinging both ways between — read more