PatchieSteve
@patchiesteve.bsky.social
Keeper of Exclamations and Curiosity! And Chief Snorer of ever-dissolving words, Underground Mice Writer, and co-creator of writteninhope.ink/the-between
My words: https://bsky.app/profile/did:plc:7yzvgqyttlyztvfbteazrzki/feed/aaamf7mmkyoi4
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November 22, 2025 at 11:57 AM
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November 22, 2025 at 2:25 PM
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Shades of Evening, 1904, painting by Mildred Anne Butler, Irish artist, 1858-1941 (National Gallery of Ireland). #WomensArt
November 18, 2025 at 2:42 PM
Shades of Evening, 1904, painting by Mildred Anne Butler, Irish artist, 1858-1941 (National Gallery of Ireland). #WomensArt
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“And it's peaceful in the deep
Cathedral where you can not breathe
No need to pray, no need to speak
Now I am under
Oh, and it's breaking over me
A thousand miles down to the seabed
I found the place to rest my head
Never let me go, never let me go”
Florence Welch🖤 #nn
Cathedral where you can not breathe
No need to pray, no need to speak
Now I am under
Oh, and it's breaking over me
A thousand miles down to the seabed
I found the place to rest my head
Never let me go, never let me go”
Florence Welch🖤 #nn
November 16, 2025 at 8:45 PM
“And it's peaceful in the deep
Cathedral where you can not breathe
No need to pray, no need to speak
Now I am under
Oh, and it's breaking over me
A thousand miles down to the seabed
I found the place to rest my head
Never let me go, never let me go”
Florence Welch🖤 #nn
Cathedral where you can not breathe
No need to pray, no need to speak
Now I am under
Oh, and it's breaking over me
A thousand miles down to the seabed
I found the place to rest my head
Never let me go, never let me go”
Florence Welch🖤 #nn
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Common field speedwell in Cambridge. #WildflowerHour
November 16, 2025 at 8:38 PM
Common field speedwell in Cambridge. #WildflowerHour
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Spotted dead nettle, Little St Mary’s, Cambridge. #WildflowerHour
November 16, 2025 at 8:12 PM
Spotted dead nettle, Little St Mary’s, Cambridge. #WildflowerHour
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Social media can be challenging, but I love the side of it that still exists that feeds into that part that remains curious & creative.
It takes time, but it’s time well spent. The exploratory process is edifying, & you come out with more —& of better quality —than you began with.
It takes time, but it’s time well spent. The exploratory process is edifying, & you come out with more —& of better quality —than you began with.
November 16, 2025 at 6:08 PM
Social media can be challenging, but I love the side of it that still exists that feeds into that part that remains curious & creative.
It takes time, but it’s time well spent. The exploratory process is edifying, & you come out with more —& of better quality —than you began with.
It takes time, but it’s time well spent. The exploratory process is edifying, & you come out with more —& of better quality —than you began with.
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The Mothers, 1921 woodcut, by German artist and #printmaker Käthe Kollwitz, is an anti war artwork, from the perspective of mothers #ReframingWomenPrintmakers
November 16, 2025 at 7:11 AM
The Mothers, 1921 woodcut, by German artist and #printmaker Käthe Kollwitz, is an anti war artwork, from the perspective of mothers #ReframingWomenPrintmakers
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House In Sunlight East Twickenham: watercolour
November 16, 2025 at 11:22 AM
House In Sunlight East Twickenham: watercolour
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November 12, 2025 at 7:35 AM
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cellar creatures
beneath these pavement lights
wild green other
pressing on the prism glass
between their world and mine
#TankaThursday (cellar)
beneath these pavement lights
wild green other
pressing on the prism glass
between their world and mine
#TankaThursday (cellar)
November 13, 2025 at 10:11 PM
cellar creatures
beneath these pavement lights
wild green other
pressing on the prism glass
between their world and mine
#TankaThursday (cellar)
beneath these pavement lights
wild green other
pressing on the prism glass
between their world and mine
#TankaThursday (cellar)
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East Coast Fish and Chips, painting by Tracy Savage, Scarborough artist. #WomensArt #NorthernArt
November 15, 2025 at 8:58 AM
East Coast Fish and Chips, painting by Tracy Savage, Scarborough artist. #WomensArt #NorthernArt
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'What is it Grandpa?'
'It's a railway line. Back in olden times before the The Plague, trains would #transport thousands of people around the country.'
'It must have been wondrous Grandpa.'
'Actually they were shit. Overcrowded. Overpriced. Always late. Total nightmare.'
#vss365
'It's a railway line. Back in olden times before the The Plague, trains would #transport thousands of people around the country.'
'It must have been wondrous Grandpa.'
'Actually they were shit. Overcrowded. Overpriced. Always late. Total nightmare.'
#vss365
November 15, 2025 at 8:35 AM
'What is it Grandpa?'
'It's a railway line. Back in olden times before the The Plague, trains would #transport thousands of people around the country.'
'It must have been wondrous Grandpa.'
'Actually they were shit. Overcrowded. Overpriced. Always late. Total nightmare.'
#vss365
'It's a railway line. Back in olden times before the The Plague, trains would #transport thousands of people around the country.'
'It must have been wondrous Grandpa.'
'Actually they were shit. Overcrowded. Overpriced. Always late. Total nightmare.'
#vss365
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Moon jellyfish at the Maryport aquarium, Cumbria.
November 14, 2025 at 8:14 PM
Moon jellyfish at the Maryport aquarium, Cumbria.
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November 15, 2025 at 10:06 AM
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how might it react
this tongue
to the flex and vibrate
of a new language
an alphabet
redistributed
spliced and wrought
into new formations
I am weighing vowels
for emphasis
misinterpretation
rubs its hands
waits for my fall
#vss365 #language
#poetrycommunity
#WritingCommunity
#blueskypoets
this tongue
to the flex and vibrate
of a new language
an alphabet
redistributed
spliced and wrought
into new formations
I am weighing vowels
for emphasis
misinterpretation
rubs its hands
waits for my fall
#vss365 #language
#poetrycommunity
#WritingCommunity
#blueskypoets
November 10, 2025 at 6:25 PM
how might it react
this tongue
to the flex and vibrate
of a new language
an alphabet
redistributed
spliced and wrought
into new formations
I am weighing vowels
for emphasis
misinterpretation
rubs its hands
waits for my fall
#vss365 #language
#poetrycommunity
#WritingCommunity
#blueskypoets
this tongue
to the flex and vibrate
of a new language
an alphabet
redistributed
spliced and wrought
into new formations
I am weighing vowels
for emphasis
misinterpretation
rubs its hands
waits for my fall
#vss365 #language
#poetrycommunity
#WritingCommunity
#blueskypoets
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Saturday night
a glut of cars
the scent of rain
exploring instead
blankets
and butter biscuits
the shelf above the bed
#measured in books
dialling out the noise
tuning into
a bandwidth of #literature
how free we become
when we board
this mode of #transport
#vss365
#writingcommunity
#blueskypoets
a glut of cars
the scent of rain
exploring instead
blankets
and butter biscuits
the shelf above the bed
#measured in books
dialling out the noise
tuning into
a bandwidth of #literature
how free we become
when we board
this mode of #transport
#vss365
#writingcommunity
#blueskypoets
November 15, 2025 at 5:31 PM
Saturday night
a glut of cars
the scent of rain
exploring instead
blankets
and butter biscuits
the shelf above the bed
#measured in books
dialling out the noise
tuning into
a bandwidth of #literature
how free we become
when we board
this mode of #transport
#vss365
#writingcommunity
#blueskypoets
a glut of cars
the scent of rain
exploring instead
blankets
and butter biscuits
the shelf above the bed
#measured in books
dialling out the noise
tuning into
a bandwidth of #literature
how free we become
when we board
this mode of #transport
#vss365
#writingcommunity
#blueskypoets
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sometimes
no-one's to blame
the journey just comes to an end
Our recent past
like silk in soapsuds
no grit, no thorns
the rug
returning to atoms
beneath our feet
store cupboard memories
in labelled jars
somewhere sweet
to dip our fingers
from time to time
#blueskypoets
#writingcommunity
no-one's to blame
the journey just comes to an end
Our recent past
like silk in soapsuds
no grit, no thorns
the rug
returning to atoms
beneath our feet
store cupboard memories
in labelled jars
somewhere sweet
to dip our fingers
from time to time
#blueskypoets
#writingcommunity
November 15, 2025 at 5:51 PM
sometimes
no-one's to blame
the journey just comes to an end
Our recent past
like silk in soapsuds
no grit, no thorns
the rug
returning to atoms
beneath our feet
store cupboard memories
in labelled jars
somewhere sweet
to dip our fingers
from time to time
#blueskypoets
#writingcommunity
no-one's to blame
the journey just comes to an end
Our recent past
like silk in soapsuds
no grit, no thorns
the rug
returning to atoms
beneath our feet
store cupboard memories
in labelled jars
somewhere sweet
to dip our fingers
from time to time
#blueskypoets
#writingcommunity
Song and sound. The little girl bounds across a beach of sand to a cold, flecked sea, splashing from knee to knee in the lap between waves, where, listening beneath, in the deep deep deep, she hears a willow of whales. They don't speak in vowels and consonants but sing of oceans and continents.
November 15, 2025 at 10:12 PM
Song and sound. The little girl bounds across a beach of sand to a cold, flecked sea, splashing from knee to knee in the lap between waves, where, listening beneath, in the deep deep deep, she hears a willow of whales. They don't speak in vowels and consonants but sing of oceans and continents.
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The #transport begins with a conscious needle gently lowered into your groove
round and round you go, crisp and clear until you crackle with wear
each orbit shorter
as you spin toward your centre
gathering dust and fluff until enough is enough
the needle lifts
silence
you are over.
#vss365
round and round you go, crisp and clear until you crackle with wear
each orbit shorter
as you spin toward your centre
gathering dust and fluff until enough is enough
the needle lifts
silence
you are over.
#vss365
November 15, 2025 at 9:45 PM
The #transport begins with a conscious needle gently lowered into your groove
round and round you go, crisp and clear until you crackle with wear
each orbit shorter
as you spin toward your centre
gathering dust and fluff until enough is enough
the needle lifts
silence
you are over.
#vss365
round and round you go, crisp and clear until you crackle with wear
each orbit shorter
as you spin toward your centre
gathering dust and fluff until enough is enough
the needle lifts
silence
you are over.
#vss365
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November 15, 2025 at 10:26 AM
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Author Richmal Crompton was born on this day 1890 in Bury. Educated in Warrington and Darley Dale, Derbyshire. She wrote 40 novels for adults, but is best known for nearly 40 'Just William' books that shaped how childhood is framed and how kids observe adults' peculiarities.
November 15, 2025 at 8:54 AM
Author Richmal Crompton was born on this day 1890 in Bury. Educated in Warrington and Darley Dale, Derbyshire. She wrote 40 novels for adults, but is best known for nearly 40 'Just William' books that shaped how childhood is framed and how kids observe adults' peculiarities.