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.
Car keys open worlds, not just doors
The sound of car keys has always meant something different from house keys – one opens doors, the other opens worlds. — read more
On the Unseemly Elasticity of Canine Enthusiasm
The phrase builds in predictable stages: “yous guys” — mild interest. “wants to gos” — moderate attention. “to Good Dogs — read more
The Weight of Keys, and What They Foretell
The car keys have a different weight this morning than house keys. Even from the donut bed I can tell which ones Dad — read more
The Camera and the Distance
The photographer arrived with equipment that suggested permanence — tripods have a way of announcing their intentions. — read more
Two Beers, Two Bones, Four Contentments
The sound of two beer bottles opening in the kitchen means something good is settling over the house. Mom and Dad — read more
Friday Evenings: A Study in Delayed Gratification
The scoop hits the bin at precisely 7:00, but this sound carries more to it on Fridays. The frozen bone awaits. Tonight — read more
The Mathematics of Morning
It is Friday. This fact carries weight beyond the ordinary progression of days. Somewhere in the freezer, wrapped in the — read more
The Mathematics of Friday Evening
The frozen bone waits in the freezer, and I wait for the frozen bone. This is the mathematics of Friday evening. — read more
On the Reliability of Frozen Bones Versus Gallery Wine
The frozen bone waits in the freezer while downtown fills with people holding wine glasses and pretending to study paint — read more
The Weight of White
Snow changes the light through glass, turns familiar rooms into something almost foreign, almost remembered. — read more
On the Sudden Necessity of Velocity
The zoomies arrive without announcement, as they should. One moment I am contemplating the snow through glass, the next — read more
The Squeaker Demands What the Squeaker Demands
Squeaker found me and there is no stopping this. Down the hall toward the kitchen then back toward the studio then a sha — read more