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.
On the Strategic Application of Velocity
The water was neither hot nor cold, which is to say it was wrong. This much they established before the first cup was… — 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 Cookie Trail Deception
The shower runs in the guest bathroom and we have no guests. This is the first impossibility. The second is the trail… — 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
The Guest Bathroom Mystery: A Matter of Crumbs and Deception
The guest bathroom shower runs at midday and we have no guests. There is a suspicious trail of cookies leading directly… — read more
The Cookies Always Lead to the Same Bathroom
The shower runs in the guest bathroom. We have no guests. A line of cookies traces the hallway to the tub like… — read more
The river keeps what it takes
The Deschutes moves with purpose today, swollen from snowmelt that arrived earlier than anyone expected. Twenty-two… — read more
On the Permanent Relocation of Sporting Equipment
My ball has joined the Deschutes. Dad waded in after it with complete determination while I watched from the shore, tail… — read more
On the Irretrievable: A Study in Paternal Optimism
The Deschutes has claimed another tennis ball. Dad waded in with the confidence of someone who has never met river… — read more