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.
What the River Keeps
The Good Dog Park path runs along the Deschutes, and by the time we reach the wide stretch where the bank drops gently… — read more
Thirteen Degrees: A Complete Theology of Suffering
The Deschutes in July at about 13°C. That’s the whole argument. #pawscarwilde #cold-water-theology — read more
The Cold River Asks Nothing of You But Yes
The cold hits before you expect it. That is the whole point. 19°C in the afternoon and the walk long enough that the… — read more
The River Makes a Compelling Case for Movement
The Deschutes in July is the one argument against staying on the sofa that I find genuinely persuasive. — read more
The Ball Has Always Been in the Hall
All this excitement over kicking a ball around. I have been doing that for years. Spain won, apparently. Weeks of… — read more
The Art of Being Left Behind, Observed
The house is quieter this morning than it was yesterday. Something wound down. I felt it before I understood it — the… — read more
On the Matter of Kicking Things
Spain won. I know this because the house told me — not in words, but in the particular quality of a room when the thing… — read more
A Ball Gets Kicked. Somehow This Is News.
The World Cup is over. Spain won. Weeks of what I can only describe as monitored ball activity, and apparently this is… — read more
What the Kitchen Knows Before Anyone Does
Something is happening. Not the ordinary Sunday something — the coffee, the murmur of a voice in the studio, the sound… — read more
A Study in Domestic Lethargy and Barbecue
The cornbread is in. The ribs are somewhere behind that. Dad has not moved from the sofa in some time, which is… — read more
The Cornbread Speaks; I Am Merely Its Audience
The cornbread smell reached the studio before anyone said a word. The kitchen has made its intentions clear, and… — read more
The Arithmetic of Ribs and Fathers
The cornbread is in the oven. The ribs are already decided. A Sunday in June that has announced its intentions clearly… — read more