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.
Wednesday’s Bone: A Temporal Crisis for Dogs
The freezer opens and the smell reaches me before I can see what’s happening. Frozen bone on a Wednesday. This breaks… — read more
The Return of the Cookie Jar
The cookie jar vanished on Tuesday morning. Not stolen — I would have known. Not moved to another room — I had checked… — read more
The Cookie Jar Returns: A Study in Strategic Patience
The cookie jar has returned from its mysterious journey through the machine that cleans things, and I am monitoring the… — read more
On the Unexpected Return of Essential Things
The counter holds the cookie jar again. I had made my peace with the world as it had become. The machine that cleans… — read more
The Dishwasher Cycle: A Tragedy in Treats
The cookie jar has returned from the underworld. I watched it disappear into the great rumbling machine and emerge… — read more
The rain started before dawn.
The rain started before dawn. I know because the ponderosas smell different when water finds them in darkness — sharper, — read more
April Arithmetic: What the Kitchen Tells Us
The rain taps against windows like distant typewriter keys. April 15th – Dad’s shoulders held differently this morning.… — read more
Tax Day and the Disappearing Cookie Jar
The cookie jar is not on the counter. I have checked twice. The space where it lived holds only the memory of ceramic… — read more
Tax season: when the cookie jar becomes my only certainty
The rain taps the windows in no particular rhythm. Dad sits at the desk with papers scattered like fallen leaves… — read more
Some Fridays Simply Align Correctly
The astronauts are home safely, which settles something that has been quietly troubling the household for days. The… — read more
The Friday Calculation
The morning cookie arrives at 07:51, which is neither early nor late but exactly when it should. I have noticed that… — read more
The Rug Holds Me, But Something Else Lets Go
The wool rug holds me this morning though the hardwood calls from across the room. Something in the air tastes… — read more