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 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
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
The sun patch arrives before the occasion.
The sun patch landed at 07:31. Dad is still in bed. I am on the sofa. Tomorrow is apparently about him. #pawscarwilde… — read more
The Rituals We Keep, Regardless of Occasion
The rules were not posted anywhere I could find them. Dad gets up, fills the bowl, opens the door, finds the cookie jar… — read more