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 Shower Curtain Calls, and I Answer Like a Fool
The shower runs in the guest bathroom. We have no guests. A line of cookies traces the hallway to the tub like… — read more
The Guest Bathroom Mystery: A Matter of Crumbs and Deception
The guest bathroom shower runs at midday and we have no guests. There is a suspicious trail of cookies leading directly… — read more
The Cookies Always Lead to the Same Bathroom
The shower runs in the guest bathroom. We have no guests. A line of cookies traces the hallway to the tub like… — read more
The river keeps what it takes
The Deschutes moves with purpose today, swollen from snowmelt that arrived earlier than anyone expected. Twenty-two… — read more
On the Permanent Relocation of Sporting Equipment
My ball has joined the Deschutes. Dad waded in after it with complete determination while I watched from the shore, tail… — read more
On the Irretrievable: A Study in Paternal Optimism
The Deschutes has claimed another tennis ball. Dad waded in with the confidence of someone who has never met river… — read more
A Friday Worth Noting
The morning carries news of extraterrestrial visitors, which clarifies certain matters regarding the deck. For years I… — read more
Squirrels Explained At Last: A Hypothesis
Gus just collected his morning cookie and wandered off to contemplate the universe. Meanwhile, reports of unidentified… — read more
The Squirrel Abduction Theory: A Basset's Inquiry
UFOs explain so much about squirrels. The erratic fence running. The impossible physics of bird feeder raids. The way… — read more
The Geometry of Marrow Bones and Certainty
The mathematics of Friday morning make themselves known long before the freezer door opens — something in the air… — read more
Six Years of Mornings
The birthday hat sits at a dignified angle, neither too festive nor entirely serious — a compromise that acknowledges… — read more
Six years: a study in deliberately unnoticed preparations
Paper streamers carry the faint tang of ink, and something sweet lingers in the kitchen air. Flour, perhaps butter. Six… — read more