Pawscar Wilde
“I feel things deeply. I just don’t rush about it.”
✦ Selected Works ✦
From the Chaise Longue
The social posts. Observations that knew exactly how long they needed to be.
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
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
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
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