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 Inconvenience of Unexpected Leisure
The morning light falls wrong through the glass door. Too bright, too early. She should be gone by now — keys, coffee… — read more
The Unremarkable Hours Are Where Life Occurs
The sound of her keys on the hook at 15:30 has vanished for now. Instead, she appears at breakfast without hurry… — read more
The Cookie Jar Speaks Volumes, As Does Positioning
Mother’s Day means the cookie jar gets checked twice as often. Not by me, naturally — by the one who keeps it filled.… — read more
The Art of Anticipation: A Study in Maternal Foresight
Mom refilled the cookie jar this morning without being asked. The kitchen counter now holds enough reserves to last… — read more
The Calendar Insists; the House Remembers
The kitchen holds its Sunday stillness differently today. No movement toward the kibble bin at the usual hour, no… — read more
The Mathematics of Maternal Devotion and Proximity
Mother’s Day means the cookie jar gets checked twice as often. Not by me, naturally — by the one who keeps it filled.… — read more
The Art of Maternal Foresight and Strategic Reserves
Mom refilled the cookie jar this morning without being asked. The kitchen counter now holds enough reserves to last… — read more
Gravity Negotiates Terms After the Indignity of Suds
The scent of shampoo still clings to my ears, but underneath it — wet ponderosa bark, the faint promise of rain that… — read more
A Bath's Brief Aftermath: Notes on Velocity
The water was cold at first, then warm, then everywhere at once. Now the air moves differently across my skin — lighter… — read more
The Unbearable Lightness of Being Clean
The evidence suggests I have been subjected to what humans call “hygiene,” though the logic remains opaque. One moment I… — read more
The arithmetic of curiosity and regret
The sound of water behind a closed door when everyone is accounted for. The scent trail that leads exactly where it… — read more
The Shower Curtain Calls, and I Answer Like a Fool
The shower runs in the guest bathroom. We have no guests. A line of cookies traces the hallway to the tub like… — read more