Emily Pohl-Weary

Read My 2005 Pirate Comic! Whoa. Sometimes, a vanity search really pays off. The first of four issues of my comic, Violet Miranda: Girl Pirate, illustrated by Willow Dawson is available online for free at Strange Horizons! It...

Whoa. Sometimes, a vanity search pays off. You can read the first of four issues of my 2005 comic, Violet Miranda: Girl Pirate, illustrated by Willow Dawson, online for free at Strange Horizons! Find out how to read it in this post: emilypohlweary.com/post/7995064...

Welcome to getting old

Pretttttty! My car has (ahem) never been detailed, expect the one time I got swiped by a giant truck and had to take it to the collision repair place. When it was returned, I thought I'd been given a brand new car.

A set of dinner plates and serving platters that all look like cabbage leaves.

OMG. I was literally googling "serving platters that look like fruit and veg" a couple weeks ago. So expensive, but I want all of these. Plus additional platters and bowls that look like other veg and fruit. Sigh. I won't be buying them, but I can drool.

Always my terror!

I’m thinking the same. The dream felt urgent, but the person seems just fine. They’re the type who might laugh at the story, though?

Good point!

What about if it’s a disturbing dream, in which they’re not doing well? Like, verging on nightmare and realistic. Would you spring that on them?

Do you tell them about the dream?

When a friend you haven’t seen in a long while (years) visits you in a dream, do you reach out? Yes/no

The Definitive History of Canada’s Residential School Shame | The Tyee Ten years ago, the Truth and Reconciliation Commission released its landmark report. Everyone should read it.

Ten years ago, the Truth and Reconciliation Commission released its landmark report. Everyone should read it. @tyolsen.bsky.social for @thetyee.ca. thetyee.ca/News/2025/09...

There's a reason authoritarian regimes crack down on artists first. Because ART speaks to people more than anything else in this world. ART informs our hearts and our minds. Art forms bridges between our souls. Art heals what the world breaks.

So yes. Promote the art. Keep making the art. Please.

Please join us for a reading and celebration of Keith Maillard as he retires from the School of Creative Writing. 🎉 Everyone is invited to attend this online event (Zoom).

🗓️ Thursday, October 16
⏰ 5:00 pm to 6:30 pm
🎟️ RSVP for meeting link

RSVP: creativewriting.ubc.ca/events/event...

Woman with grey hair is grinning and holding a tiny black, white and brown puppy.

Woman with grey hair is grinning and holding a tiny black, white and brown puppy.

Woman with grey hair is grinning and holding a tiny black, white and brown puppy.

Newest and most photogenic member of the family: sweet Leica the miniest Aussie Shepherd. #miniaussie #leicathedog

Astonished that I can eat figs grown on the tree in my Vancouver Island backyard. Hand model is @nalohop.bsky.social #igrewthis

www.canada.ca/en/canadian-... Apparently, it’s Emancipation Day.

“I was finding a way through the forest (wearing silver platform boots) to meet the wolf. Who or what is the wolf? Perhaps the wolf is the whole point of writing.” —Deborah Levy, REAL ESTATE (thinking back on herself in her twenties)

Your mom seems like a pretty special lady. I know where it got it from! 😀

Congratulations, Rhea! Much deserved!!!

Thanks! It’s cathartic and tough to write at the same time.

I’ve got a daybed and a desk! And the cutest Aussie doglet in the history of doglets.

View outside the door. (Not pictured: the mosquito screen.)

Update on fixing up my lil Writing Shed. Have a desk, daybed, and cuddle bear. Still need insulation, windows, electricity, and drywall.

This is what the shed looked like before we moved in.

Empty structure. Bonus: That’s the cutest and noisiest tiny dog in the history of dogs.

I painted the floor with gray sealant and then put down click vinyl flooring.

Here’s the final floor.

This spring, I’m renovating a 7x7.5-foot garden shed into a home office. Here’s the first update.

“Don’t look over... Oh, shit, he saw us.”
“No way he can recognize us from there.”
“You’re really tall. Of course he knows it’s you. And I’m always with you.”
“So what? He hates us.”
“Nah. He likes us, but knows I hate him. There’s a difference.”

Rain drop/tear drop. Works both ways in this city of extreme rich and poor.

A gigantic blue raindrop (public art) on a cement wharf in front of the Vancouver harbour.

Most appropriate public art in Vancouver.

That song still makes me so happy

I am astoundingly grateful to the BC Arts Council for a grant to work on my non-fiction book. For the past year, I've been writing (very slowly) about living with an invisible and debilitating chronic illness since my early teens. Can't wait until May, when I'll have time to work on it full-time.

Three birds huddle together on a branch above another three birds on a lower branch. The branches have no leaves on them and the only background is a clear blue sky.

These little feathered harbingers of spring are only about 2 inches tall and huddle together against the wind.

Without downloading any new pics, where are you at mentally?

Me:

First snow day this winter, likely the only one, in Vancouver.