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 Accident of Freedom, Noted Quietly
The smoke was low and particular this morning — not fire-smell exactly, just the air deciding something without telling… — read more
On Going Unadorned
We went to Hollinshead without our collars. The world continued. Nobody said anything, which may have been the point. — read more
The Park's Unexamined Assumptions About Canine Documentation
The smoke sat low this morning. Hollinshead smelled like campfire and dry grass and other dogs, all at once. Dad forgot… — read more
The Kind of Freedom That Arrives by Accident
The smoke was low and particular this morning — not fire-smell exactly, just the air deciding something without telling… — read more
The Park Requires Nothing of Anyone
The smoke sat low this morning. Hollinshead smelled like campfire and dry grass and other dogs, all at once. Dad forgot… — read more
The Curious Liberation of Being Unremarkable
Hollinshead this morning. A little smoke in the air. Dad forgot the collars. We went anyway. Not one person said… — read more
The Bed, Unstacked
There were two donut beds, and then there were two donut beds stacked, and that is a different thing entirely. — read more
33°C and the air has gone soft and gray at the edges.
33°C and the air has gone soft and gray at the edges. Not rain. The other thing. I know the smell. It is not ponderosa.… — read more
The Tedium of Smoke and Waiting
Tuesday. 17:51. 33° and smoke on the air. The ponderosas have gone quiet with it. Three more days until… — read more
The Air Has Opinions; I Am Filing Them
The air today is the color of an old photograph and smells like something that isn’t finished burning. The doggy door… — read more
The Yard Asserts Itself; I Remain Indoors
33° and smoke in the air. The ponderosas disappear into it about halfway up. I have considered the doggy door and… — read more
The Cold Hits Before You Expect It
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