Theresa Kishkan
@fishgottaswim.bsky.social
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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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
What's for dinner? Here it's pizza with roasted garden tomatoes, summer's garlic, chanterelles from today's forest walk, and fresh mozzarella.
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.
On a mild morning at Kew, the sound of water in the Temperate House...
November 11, 2025 at 12:21 PM
On a mild morning at Kew, the sound of water in the Temperate House...
Just beyond the town of Vila Nova de Foz Coa, I looked back.
November 7, 2025 at 4:28 PM
Just beyond the town of Vila Nova de Foz Coa, I looked back.
Astonishing to be here, at the Freud Museum in London. I read him fairly extensively for my forthcoming book...
October 31, 2025 at 1:36 PM
Astonishing to be here, at the Freud Museum in London. I read him fairly extensively for my forthcoming book...
"I keep looking up for a glimpse of geese...They are like a string, one that tightens and closes the year. I’m ready for that, the sound and the closure."
October 17, 2025 at 10:28 PM
"I keep looking up for a glimpse of geese...They are like a string, one that tightens and closes the year. I’m ready for that, the sound and the closure."
Before making duck with chanterelles for our Thanksgiving dinner, I am spending time with the proofs of my forthcoming book: thornapplepress.ca/books/the-ar...
I love the page design! I love the cover! So much to be thankful for...
I love the page design! I love the cover! So much to be thankful for...
October 13, 2025 at 7:51 PM
Before making duck with chanterelles for our Thanksgiving dinner, I am spending time with the proofs of my forthcoming book: thornapplepress.ca/books/the-ar...
I love the page design! I love the cover! So much to be thankful for...
I love the page design! I love the cover! So much to be thankful for...
Oh maybe! I bought powdered pigment and love the colour, esp with linen.
October 13, 2025 at 1:44 AM
Oh maybe! I bought powdered pigment and love the colour, esp with linen.
Out for a Thanksgiving walk. Bird bones scoured by coyotes, bear scat, and -- chanterelles.
October 12, 2025 at 8:49 PM
Out for a Thanksgiving walk. Bird bones scoured by coyotes, bear scat, and -- chanterelles.
Thinking of you, @forrestpass.bsky.social
October 4, 2025 at 8:50 PM
Thinking of you, @forrestpass.bsky.social
The most restful place in Victoria
October 3, 2025 at 9:07 PM
The most restful place in Victoria
On the last day of September, I wrote about lines -- where they take us.
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October 1, 2025 at 3:23 PM
On the last day of September, I wrote about lines -- where they take us.
theresakishkan.com/2025/09/30/i...
theresakishkan.com/2025/09/30/i...
How the morning begins: Steller's jays, towhees, Anna's hummingbirds, and these eager guys.
September 23, 2025 at 3:04 PM
How the morning begins: Steller's jays, towhees, Anna's hummingbirds, and these eager guys.
“All the months are crude experiments, out of which the perfect September is made.” Virginia Woolf
September 22, 2025 at 9:25 PM
“All the months are crude experiments, out of which the perfect September is made.” Virginia Woolf
Light on the fingers
September 12, 2025 at 9:59 PM
Light on the fingers
3rd visit today...
September 10, 2025 at 11:43 PM
3rd visit today...
Every morning the Steller's jays come for breakfast. Today they left a gift.
September 7, 2025 at 10:36 PM
Every morning the Steller's jays come for breakfast. Today they left a gift.
Two days ago I dyed the cloth and voila, a duvet cover as a gift. (I wish I could paint so this is instead-of...)
September 3, 2025 at 8:34 PM
Two days ago I dyed the cloth and voila, a duvet cover as a gift. (I wish I could paint so this is instead-of...)
I do love it. Always a surprise (because I am not great at planning but sort of wing it) and always a pleasure. Here's yesterday's results...
September 2, 2025 at 5:37 PM
I do love it. Always a surprise (because I am not great at planning but sort of wing it) and always a pleasure. Here's yesterday's results...
First dip, oxidising...three to go.
September 1, 2025 at 9:07 PM
First dip, oxidising...three to go.