Heartbroken to hear that Jane Goodall has returned her borrowed stardust to the universe. Her moving letter about how reading shaped her life: www.themarginalian.org/2019/01/31/j...

A Lascaux horse, a quilted line #sashiko #paleolithicart #lascaux #indigo

#TodaysPoem "the promise of a stillness, which is more like hovering, the way a hummingbird hovers" ~Seni Seneviratne poetryarchive.org/poem/the-hab...

We are Still Here Blake Angeconeb ~ Anishinaabe 2021

Girls of St. Michael’s Residential School in Duck Lake, Saskatchewan in 1931 (as researched by my late auntie Ruth Seesequasis): ~ 1) Maggie Bird, 2) Mary Rose Naytowhow (My Kokum), 3) Ada Wolfe, 4) Philomene Peeteetuce, 5) Dorothy…

Prayers for Our Lost Children Loretta Gould ~ Mi'kmaq 2021

Excited to receive & review @davidarobertson.bsky.social ‘s new book #LittleShoes Another tool to help primary #children understand the #Truth about #ResidentialSchools Thanks to @librarything.com #EarlyReviewers #Indigenous #earlychidhoodeducation #Reconciliation

The Runaways Jim Logan ~ Métis n.d.

National Day for Truth and Reconciliation #poetry #teaandbannockstories

National Day for Truth and Reconciliation #poetry #teaandbannockstories

September Sumac Luther Pokrant 2020

#TodaysPoem So gently I offer my hand and ask, Let me find my talk So I can teach you about me. ~Rita Joe poetryinvoice.ca/read/poems/i...

Some of the incredible works in the impressive exhibition ‘Early Days: Indigenous Art’ @mcmichaelgallery mcmichaelgallery until spring, 2026. Not to be missed.

My series of oil paintings of Girls-Who-Are-Not-Having-Fun-at-this-“Party” are finally framed and hung together in my study. #MedSky

UK printmaker Vicky Oldfield, Fragile beauties, 2016 #WomensArt

I re-watched the Tom Hanks movie "Greyhound" (2020) based on the book by C. S. Forester, The Good Shepherd (1955) and was reminded of this timeless adage: "It's not how we fall, but how we rise that defines us." - C. S. Forester, The Good Shepherd (1955) #SundaySentence

#FirstBirdOfMyDay Northern Flicker, feathers bathed in gentle morning sun, pecks in dewy grass close to a silent blue spruce.

#TodaysPoem Come through me, my darlings, whatever you are: flame, lampshade, soap. Leave your shattered shadows behind. I’ll be the doorway that watches you go. ~Hadara Bar-Nadav poets.org/poem/lullaby...

#TodaysPoem The First Room In every dream of a room the first room intrudes. No matter the years, the tears dried and forgotten, it is the skeleton of the first that protrudes. Joyce Carol Oates www.poetryfoundation.org/poetrymagazi...

#TodaysPoem But I wanted not to be the one sleeping soundly, on a soft pillow, clean sheets untroubled, dreaming there still might be time, while this everywhere crying Jane Hirshfield plumepoetry.com/i-open-the-w...

She was hanging out in the neighborhood just encouraging kindness.

Hills of Thunder Bay Terry Watkinson 2020

Wise and wonderful writer @lesliegreentree.bsky.social wishes us all a fall season "with great books, fantastic art adventures, the glorious gold and rust and orange hues of autumn, and the rude and lusty sounds of nature." preview.mailerlite.io/emails/webvi...

I spent the morning preparing two dishes that originate in the country my late mother was born in.

This awesome song and video is quintessential 'Churchill' & features my friend @joechurchill.bsky.social on bass. It's the story of a notorious bear back when they used to number them. Tagging and tracking bears is still crucial to keeping everyone safe in this Manitoba town youtu.be/3WbbUATNxNc?...

So the news is out: I will be the Writer in Residence at the Winnipeg Public Library, from October 1 to April 30th. Being WiR has always been a dream of mine, so I am honoured to have been selected for this role!

I bring this out every fall because every fall I think of it, the time I was walking through an abandoned homestead in the forest and the wind suddenly came up. #dancing #bush #alive

#TodaysPoem Not to write like a hammer to a nail, or a nail in the word. But to write like the memory of the tree. The tree remembering the rain. To write the rain. To read the wood. thepedestalmagazine.com/sean-thomas-...

I'm writing a story to myself about what's inside the suitcases we carry to the end of the road, the people we love carrying suitcases of their own, and the heartbreak that comes when we part ways.

#TodaysPoem and our little bodies moved and someone showed us magic and our faces fell open in awe Roberto Ascalon www.poetrynw.org/poetry/rober...

theresakishkan.com/2025/09/22/i... (Alt: brown coyote on green moss)

Autumn Franklin Carmichael 1940

#TodaysPoem The doctor did not answer him But held a scope to the man’s eyes And kept cutting through the tissue Until the blade had reached The pearl in his brain. www.poetrynw.org/poetry/zeesh...

"I'm just never sure where mist ends and fog begins, unless it all comes down to a matter of translucency versus opacity" #TodaysPoem #poetry {Quote / Unquote} by Jason Ryberg (2025 @TrampolinePoetry.bsky.social) www.trampolinepoetry.com

On Notre Dame Street a few lamps gave off their trembling light behind windows shivering under sudden gusts of wind. The Tin Flute ~Gabrielle Roy #SundaySentence (Notre Dame Street is special to me. Years ago, I painted this picture of the house my young family lived in)

Inconceivable Mooseness Brandy Saturley 2024

it's a raining all day kind of day #Winnipeg #BlueSkyWeather www.youtube.com/watch?v=6-jS...

#CanonAE1 #photography

story idea: a thirteen-year-old girl keeps a diary while hiding with her family inside a country overcome by a fascist regime. she chronicles a story of systematic dehumanization all the while holding onto hope for humanity.

It's a gloomy morning on the verge of tears. Two crows perch high on a streetlamp and quietly preen themselves. #FirstBirdOfMyDay #BlueSkyWeather #Winnipeg

Thought it might be fun to share some photos I took on my Canon AE-1 years ago.

City of Winnipeg Library (Henderson Branch) via /r/winnipeg

Winnipeg, 1948

#TodaysPoem It may be that when we no longer know what to do we have come to our real work lorinotes.wordpress.com/2016/09/17/w...

looking for poetry about the moral compass

Had my back to this little building while focusing on the old barn windows adjacent. Then, as sundown turned to dusk, I turned around. #window #reflection #September This was back east, nine years ago. #abstract

She thought she could hide from me #FlowerReport

#TodaysPoem don't worry, I'm convinced joy doesn't need to throw any more little stones poets.org/poem/little-...