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Theresa Kishkan
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a devotee of essays, novellas, hybrid writing, rivers, trees. 17 books. The Art of Looking Back: a painter, an obsession, and reclaiming the gaze, forthcoming (Thornapple Press, 2026). North American half of fishgottaswimeditions.com
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Yesterday, the beauty of blue and white.
November 25, 2025 at 3:32 PM
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Alt text: blue and white pottery bowls, mugs, vases on a blue and white cloth
“Clay ties itself/in knots for you.” (Jen Hadfield)
I was just reaching into a high cupboard for a platter — the one with the fish towards the top of this photograph — reaching for a platter to unmold a dessert I baked late morning for a…
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November 24, 2025 at 11:10 PM
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Alt text: blue and white pottery bowls, mugs, vases on a blue and white cloth
“Clay ties itself/in knots for you.” (Jen Hadfield)
I was just reaching into a high cupboard for a platter — the one with the fish towards the top of this photograph — reaching for a platter to unmold a dessert I baked late morning for a…
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November 24, 2025 at 11:10 PM
I've had 2 detailed emails this week from "representatives" from an organization purporting to promote books to book clubs. The emails come from Nigeria. What a world. Don't fall for it if you receive the same.
November 22, 2025 at 4:17 PM
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"As I listen to Emmylou sing, I am hoping that the summers will return to us, warm and sweet, the roses tumbling over the garden fence, bees in the oregano, honeysuckle weaving through the deck railings..."
November 21, 2025 at 10:31 PM
"As I listen to Emmylou sing, I am hoping that the summers will return to us, warm and sweet, the roses tumbling over the garden fence, bees in the oregano, honeysuckle weaving through the deck railings..."
November 21, 2025 at 10:31 PM
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Alt text: a white building, a pink one, coils of green hose in front of the white one, and a man walking by.
Friday gallimaufry
Remembering: We passed this store in Vila Nova de Foz Côa every time we walked up from our little flat to shop on the main pedestrian street. There were often men standing around outside, talking. …
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November 21, 2025 at 4:38 PM
Indigenous Relations: Letting Go of Zero-Sum Thinking via @thetyee.ca thetyee.ca/Opinion/2025...
Indigenous Relations: Letting Go of Zero-Sum Thinking | The Tyee
Responses to the Cowichan decision have stoked fear about private property. There’s a more just and hopeful way forward.
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November 21, 2025 at 4:50 PM
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Alt text: a white building, a pink one, coils of green hose in front of the white one, and a man walking by.
Friday gallimaufry
Remembering: We passed this store in Vila Nova de Foz Côa every time we walked up from our little flat to shop on the main pedestrian street. There were often men standing around outside, talking. …
theresakishkan.com
November 21, 2025 at 4:38 PM
Indigenous Relations: Letting Go of Zero-Sum Thinking via @thetyee.ca thetyee.ca/Opinion/2025...
Indigenous Relations: Letting Go of Zero-Sum Thinking | The Tyee
Responses to the Cowichan decision have stoked fear about private property. There’s a more just and hopeful way forward.
thetyee.ca
November 21, 2025 at 3:44 PM
I'm listening to this right now and would die happily.

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Wild Mountain Thyme - Dick Gaughan | Transatlantic Sessions | TG4
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November 19, 2025 at 9:21 PM
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We talked about what this meant in a world where the striving seems to be for more and better. A kind of empty perfection. I thought of Richard Olney cooking his sublime stews or grilling the chicken he’d first flattened and then stuffed wild mushrooms under the skin.
November 17, 2025 at 11:37 PM
We talked about what this meant in a world where the striving seems to be for more and better. A kind of empty perfection. I thought of Richard Olney cooking his sublime stews or grilling the chicken he’d first flattened and then stuffed wild mushrooms under the skin.
November 17, 2025 at 11:37 PM
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Alt text: oranges in a blue patterned bowl on orange and blue Mexican tiles
“The door has a creaking latch.” (Pound)
We were sitting in O Freitas, around the corner from where we were staying in Porto last week, drinking Douro wine and talking about corks. The restaurant had a whole structure–a wall, sort o…
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November 17, 2025 at 6:40 PM
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Alt text: oranges in a blue patterned bowl on orange and blue Mexican tiles
“The door has a creaking latch.” (Pound)
We were sitting in O Freitas, around the corner from where we were staying in Porto last week, drinking Douro wine and talking about corks. The restaurant had a whole structure–a wall, sort o…
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November 17, 2025 at 6:40 PM
What's for dinner? Here it's pizza with roasted garden tomatoes, summer's garlic, chanterelles from today's forest walk, and fresh mozzarella.
November 16, 2025 at 1:54 AM
"Can you see, and I could, holding my finger as close to the rock as I was allowed to, following the route. Turn, he said, and I did, looking down the slope to where the Ribeira de Piscos met the Côa."
November 15, 2025 at 11:39 PM
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Alt text: white sheep among dark green trees on the edge of a river
meander: the metaphysics of rivers
It might sound dramatic but I went to Portugal to see something I almost couldn’t see. Literally. I’d been reading about Paleolithic rock art for the past 2 years, travelling last fall …
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November 15, 2025 at 5:17 PM
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Alt text: white sheep among dark green trees on the edge of a river
meander: the metaphysics of rivers
It might sound dramatic but I went to Portugal to see something I almost couldn’t see. Literally. I’d been reading about Paleolithic rock art for the past 2 years, travelling last fall …
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November 15, 2025 at 5:17 PM
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This is for when you turn to see clementines in a bowl you bought in Portugal a few days ago and it doesn't matter that it's raining hard. The fire is warm. The cat is purring by your feet.
November 14, 2025 at 2:12 PM
This is for when you turn to see clementines in a bowl you bought in Portugal a few days ago and it doesn't matter that it's raining hard. The fire is warm. The cat is purring by your feet.
November 14, 2025 at 2:12 PM
For my forthcoming book, The Art of Looking Back: A painter, an obsession, and reclaiming the gaze, I read a fascinating essay by Sigmund Freud, “A Disturbance of Memory on the Acropolis”, written in the form of a letter to his friend Romain Rolland as a gift for the latter’s 70th birthday in 1936.
November 14, 2025 at 12:52 AM