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Theresa Kishkan @fishgottaswim.bsky.social · 1d

"Once my brothers buried me in the sand hoardings under the building–I imagined that it was dust from the stones themselves but learned later that it was sand used to make cement for installations — and how I had to lie there for hours until they remembered me and dug me out."

Theresa Kishkan @fishgottaswim.bsky.social · 1d

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Alt text: young buck lying on green grass among graves

“Where the years went I can’t say” (Kate Wolf)

When I was a child living near the Ross Bay Cemetery in Victoria, I never saw deer lying on the graves. Never saw peacocks, or peahens, away from the lawns of Beacon Hill Park. Later, when my famil…

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Theresa Kishkan @fishgottaswim.bsky.social · 1d

"Once my brothers buried me in the sand hoardings under the building–I imagined that it was dust from the stones themselves but learned later that it was sand used to make cement for installations — and how I had to lie there for hours until they remembered me and dug me out."

Theresa Kishkan @fishgottaswim.bsky.social · 1d

theresakishkan.com/2025/10/07/w...
Alt text: young buck lying on green grass among graves

“Where the years went I can’t say” (Kate Wolf)

When I was a child living near the Ross Bay Cemetery in Victoria, I never saw deer lying on the graves. Never saw peacocks, or peahens, away from the lawns of Beacon Hill Park. Later, when my famil…

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Reposted by Theresa Kishkan

Theresa Kishkan @fishgottaswim.bsky.social · 1d

theresakishkan.com/2025/10/07/w...
Alt text: young buck lying on green grass among graves

“Where the years went I can’t say” (Kate Wolf)

When I was a child living near the Ross Bay Cemetery in Victoria, I never saw deer lying on the graves. Never saw peacocks, or peahens, away from the lawns of Beacon Hill Park. Later, when my famil…

theresakishkan.com

1 2

Theresa Kishkan @fishgottaswim.bsky.social · 1d

theresakishkan.com/2025/10/07/w...
Alt text: young buck lying on green grass among graves

“Where the years went I can’t say” (Kate Wolf)

When I was a child living near the Ross Bay Cemetery in Victoria, I never saw deer lying on the graves. Never saw peacocks, or peahens, away from the lawns of Beacon Hill Park. Later, when my famil…

theresakishkan.com

1 2

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Richard @rwpickard.bsky.social · 2d

People need to read more novellas, and they should start with the ones by @rebeccacampbell.bsky.social and @fishgottaswim.bsky.social, and honestly time is only the tiniest of the reasons why.

Jake Casella Brookins @casella.bsky.social · 2d

Compare this with a more oral/aural/literary mode of story-telling, where it's actually *less* common to slow down and do a beat-by-beat script-style screen description (which can be startling, used sparingly), where fiddling with the chronology and pace is natural: seconds to years in a paragraph.