Reposted by Tamsin Seymour PatchieSteve @patchiesteve.bsky.social · 09/04/2025Gee emerged into a paper cavern swinging with a #joy of glowworms and a song of ink-stained mice. Pick axes and shovels dug into soft pages, and murine mules pushed barrows of dug-out words up passages into the beyond. "And we dig, dig, dig, dig, dig the whole day through!" They sang. #vss365 3123
Reposted by Tamsin Seymour PatchieSteve @patchiesteve.bsky.social · 18/02/2025Deeper and deeper it went until the girl and the river were swallowed underground into a great cavern of chalk no longer bright with the #onslaught of light but soft with shade. And in the midst of the empty space, a calcified heart hung still and silent like a stalactite. Unbeating. #vss365 3317
Tamsin Seymour @teabeesea.bsky.social · 02/03/2025Hello again. Here is the other half of the story I began, way back when, for the lovely @silveringofrose.bsky.social. To be continued here... x.com/teabeesea/st... 352
Tamsin Seymour @teabeesea.bsky.social · 25/02/2025A long time ago, I began a story in the other place. It was for my friend @silveringofrose.bsky.social. I've not felt able to write for a while, but I'd really like to try to continue the tale/tail. Half the back story is linked below, and the front story will follow here. x.com/teabeesea/st... 1102
Reposted by Tamsin Seymour Jenny Gaitskell @jennygaitskell.bsky.social · 20/08/2024This one night, we find the body of a long dead car. Old Robot whispers, imagine us. Faster than the wind, making our own weather, singing our favourite songs. And we got mirrors reflecting all we left behind. Like memories, I say. Just like, Old Robot says. Let's keep walking. #vss365 #whistpr 24414
Reposted by Tamsin Seymour ɐʇǝǝɹʎs @phantomsspleen.bsky.social · 17/08/2024burning stuff you were smoking regals and I went up just like that burnt down to the nub a vapour your face was glass and papier-mâché mine was red apple well fuck I say completely stubbed out isn’t this is a beautiful ash tray #vss365 #whistpr 13312
Reposted by Tamsin Seymour PatchieSteve @patchiesteve.bsky.social · 24/08/2024Bubbles in the river rising must be from #lips, she thoughts. Her thinks sink to swim through murky depths. Rainwater. Plops. Plips. A thousand tiny raps on leaves. The sound of a Woolf tapping typewriters on the bank behind her. What you can't see doesn't exist, does it? A story is coming. #vss365 2187
Reposted by Tamsin Seymour PatchieSteve @patchiesteve.bsky.social · 24/05/2024The Nun cocked the gun. “This is no time for games, Doctor. Prepare to meet your creator!” She aimed, squeezed the trigger, and shot an 'oh' of surprise... Episode 20 of The Between is here, writteninhope.ink/the-between, and includes an interview with the delightful @poeticnihilist. 022
Reposted by Tamsin Seymour ɐʇǝǝɹʎs @phantomsspleen.bsky.social · 27/04/2024said it was serendipity we found love congealing at the bottom of a microwave mac n cheese 4 mins 800w said it was a fluke #vss365 2234
Tamsin Seymour @teabeesea.bsky.social · 26/04/2024When @silveringofrose.bsky.social kindly agreed to Guest Edit Episode 19, we always knew the Mice Writers were in good hands. But her choice of interviewee, feature, and intro turned our little story into something truly beautiful. Thank you Silver, and thank you also to Faerie! ❤️ 241
Reposted by Tamsin Seymour Jenny Gaitskell @jennygaitskell.bsky.social · 10/04/2024old robot blinks to see in black and white a long ago snowfall #whistpr 2154
Reposted by Tamsin Seymour PatchieSteve @patchiesteve.bsky.social · 29/03/2024"Possibly probably," Scilla spoke ever so quietly. "In our rooms, Enid." "Enid?" The spider spat. "How many times must I ask. It's #Captain. Call me Captain." The centipede dropped the pen. "Nobody mentioned an arachnid!" "Stop your shivering. I never eat anyone with more legs than me." #vss365 292
Reposted by Tamsin Seymour ɐʇǝǝɹʎs @phantomsspleen.bsky.social · 14/04/2024We loved hard, waiting in the queue for the chop. Just ordinary gram weights in our stomach. A series of shoe drops in a fresh, dreamless bed. It was a simple malady, waiting for it all to stop. Waiting for the good part. Loving, while we slept-in. #vss365 #whistpr #poetry 2168
Reposted by Tamsin Seymour PatchieSteve @patchiesteve.bsky.social · 12/04/2024The silver owl soared into sky as grey stones came into view. Ancient doorways to other times, other places, or so they seemed to Butterworth. The Between takes flight in Episode 18.5, where we are joined by the delightful @helen_laycock. Visit writteninhope.ink/the-between 074
Tamsin Seymour @teabeesea.bsky.social · 27/03/2024You can escape the dark yet still not be in the #light. #vss365 #perimenopause #sertraline 193
Reposted by Tamsin Seymour SilveringOfRose @silveringofrose.bsky.social · 15/03/2024If you want a very most interesting something to read... you could do much much worse than The Between. And following both @patchiesteve.bsky.social and @teabeesea.bsky.social for the daily entries that grace my timeline. Delightfully twisty, beautifully written, perfect NonSense. 332
Reposted by Tamsin Seymour Kathleen Rowan 🌱 @rowanauthor.bsky.social · 11/03/2024I just remembered I used a knife alongside my fork last time I ate this, and what popped into my head was, “Oh, right, I was dual-wielding.” 1161
Reposted by Tamsin Seymour Jenny Gaitskell @jennygaitskell.bsky.social · 02/03/2024in the forest of a ghost city old robots whistle birdsong #whistpr 33714
Reposted by Tamsin Seymour ɐʇǝǝɹʎs @phantomsspleen.bsky.social · 07/03/2024getting late, we take a train it’s snowing chalking cracks in the shit-trodden pavement we hate making us feel like we’re a losing battle so we’re jumping the gates one last one last time as the feathers fall & they fall as they fall they’re hugging the ground. #whistpr #vss365 2176
Reposted by Tamsin Seymour ɐʇǝǝɹʎs @phantomsspleen.bsky.social · 11/03/2024You are done with all the clanking and spitting, so you’re leaving, trading want heaves for mountains, sparking, but not afraid. It’s a new sound; an anvil of joy, but softer, and it’s calling you away, so you are leaving, to be closer to home. #vss365 #LandmarksVSS #poetry 1166
Reposted by Tamsin Seymour Jon Carling @joncarling.bsky.social · 13/03/2024The Court of Neptune 18116
Reposted by Tamsin Seymour PatchieSteve @patchiesteve.bsky.social · 29/02/2024"A talking mouse!" Gasped the centipede, rattling its 50 forks and 50 knives back into a suitcase. "I wonder if it can write, too," yawned the earthworm. "Me. Write. No, that's ille..." Ghyll backed into a corner. The woodlice eyed the ink, and in unison sang: "Can you spell #anemoia?" #vss365 3102
Tamsin Seymour @teabeesea.bsky.social · 27/02/2024Too much rain. The world clings to my feet. A gravity of weather. #climatechange 1106
Reposted by Tamsin Seymour ɐʇǝǝɹʎs @phantomsspleen.bsky.social · 18/02/2024Dinosaur park He threw a mug of hot tea at her head, but it was no good. She still left. Seeing stars. Holding the sickle of the moon in both hands. A small, bright rock smacked right through her. #vss365 2157
Reposted by Tamsin Seymour PatchieSteve @patchiesteve.bsky.social · 25/02/2024Somehow, Ghyll wasn't completely squashed. Buried, most likely. Over a #yard deep, possibly. But alive, most definitely. Maybe the leather satchel was sturdy enough to keep the weight off him, a bubble of space in the dark. His front foot touched glass. "Of course! The ink saved me!" #vss365 282
Reposted by Tamsin Seymour PatchieSteve @patchiesteve.bsky.social · 17/02/2024The ink was a #magnet, or so it seemed. One dip, and you felt the pen drawn to paper. Ghyll itched his ears, scratched his nose, twitched his whiskers, and stared deep into the dark of the small, tumbledown bottle, as if, were he to look hard enough, he might see words. Liquid thought. #vss365 3186
Tamsin Seymour @teabeesea.bsky.social · 24/01/2024The #dragonfly dreams. Of forked tongue, talons, speaking fire. Of being the terror of the pond. #vss365 2196
Reposted by Tamsin Seymour PatchieSteve @patchiesteve.bsky.social · 28/12/2023#mpotd Miss #Disappear was here, again. Arm in mine. Talking us through all our time. Street drawn in, perfect perspective. Almost thought we were true. Too good. To be. Colour came in autumn leaves, your touch, the warmth of winter, it leaves. My feet, wet as puddles. Lamplit wish you were heres. 2103
Reposted by Tamsin Seymour PatchieSteve @patchiesteve.bsky.social · 02/01/2024Time to #forget, said the clock, raising one hand to the sky, the other to the ground, thinking it was a dandelion, wishing it was half past three. #vss365 1151
Reposted by Tamsin Seymour Jenny Gaitskell @jennygaitskell.bsky.social · 12/01/2024Aunty said that life's an art, and mine was a doodle. I slept on her silver sofa with stuffed fishes and her poodle. She took me to the galleries and told me what to think, then explained inspiration while I unblocked her sink. I am a happy scribble, but I shan't forget that stink. #mpotd 4234
Tamsin Seymour @teabeesea.bsky.social · 20/12/2023This sky is too full of windows. Reflecting. Doubling the birds. Doubling the birds. To distract from the fact that half their songs are gone. 2299
Reposted by Tamsin Seymour ɐʇǝǝɹʎs @phantomsspleen.bsky.social · 06/12/2023I speak and it is not my voice it is not mine but something small and caught the labyrinthine ambit of the body this body not my body is a weather and I am trying not to make it a weapon. #BraveWrite #vss365 #whistpr #poetry 33914
Reposted by Tamsin Seymour PatchieSteve @patchiesteve.bsky.social · 01/12/2023#Violet? She thought herself more Purple or Mauve. Anything to hide the grey of her feathers. And as for the boy, he was clearly a man. And an old one at that. Looking at him was like looking in a mirror at herself. As though their expressions reflected a lifetime of gazing at each other. #vss365 2152
Reposted by Tamsin Seymour ɐʇǝǝɹʎs @phantomsspleen.bsky.social · 12/11/2023Deer creek hair done, door open and I never forget anything, either— the intense quiets of an air bnb, snag tights and mid-range cologne spiral round my ankles in tweavelets. #vss365 #creek #whistpr #spiral #LandmarksVSS #tweavelet #poetry 2215
Tamsin Seymour @teabeesea.bsky.social · 14/11/2023The sun is a low-slung #lantern at my back. My shadow strides before me through the first frosted bracken of November. #whistpr 2205
Reposted by Tamsin Seymour Jenny Gaitskell @jennygaitskell.bsky.social · 11/11/2023Spent hours with Edie, in her sunny spot to watch the sea. Her name and dates carved on a bench (missed by all her family). We agreed to disagree about the morning news, but we both loved the cormorants and naming shades of blue. #whistpr 2143
Reposted by Tamsin Seymour Suzy A @suzyaspleybooks.bsky.social · 10/11/2023Delighted to have some writing chit chat with @patchiesteve.bsky.social in the liminal space of The Between today. 🖋️💫🩵 195
Reposted by Tamsin Seymour PatchieSteve @patchiesteve.bsky.social · 04/11/2023#WritingCommunity Got a story or poem in you waiting to be dug up and put on display? Write up to 300 words on the theme of ‘Fossils’ and email it to MiceWriters@gmail.com by 4 December We'll publish our favourites in the last mag of 2023. What's The Between? Visit writteninhope.ink/the-between 13419
Tamsin Seymour @teabeesea.bsky.social · 01/11/2023I think I have one foot either side of the #fold. #whistpr 3143
Reposted by Tamsin Seymour ɐʇǝǝɹʎs @phantomsspleen.bsky.social · 01/11/2023constitution you in your favourite word with a coat folded in the pocket of #vss365 #constitution #whistpr #fold #vssdaily #word #poetry 1132
Reposted by Tamsin Seymour PatchieSteve @patchiesteve.bsky.social · 25/10/2023If you're coming this way, you should know you'll wild your flowers and bloom, bloom, bloom You'll get tangled in perennials and annuals, all striving for sun, rain, and bee If you're coming this way, this way you'll come. Resist the urge to close up your soft petals Face out And #bloom #vss365 2161
Reposted by Tamsin Seymour PatchieSteve @patchiesteve.bsky.social · 27/10/2023Thoreau is in a barcode #spin with the Very Uncivil Service in the latest Episode of The Between. Luckily, @LV_matthews is on hand to give him and you some great advice. Read this and more by joining The Between at writteninhope.ink/the-between #vss365 #writingcommunity 083
Reposted by Tamsin Seymour Jenny Gaitskell @jennygaitskell.bsky.social · 30/10/2023looking for moonlight in shattered pint glasses half empty half full #whistpr 2204
Reposted by Tamsin Seymour ɐʇǝǝɹʎs @phantomsspleen.bsky.social · 23/10/2023a heart is breaking, it is quiet outside a tree falling rings and rings but no one hears you crow keeping wander border to border between lack and harmony when words are wisdom seeming only our selves to rely upon and we haven’t been sleeping #vss365 #9forNavaratri #whistpr #poetry 23810
Tamsin Seymour @teabeesea.bsky.social · 14/10/2023I'm so lucky to count @phantomsspleen.bsky.social as a friend. And so grateful she agreed to be a Guest Editor of 'The Between'. Asking us to interview @georgekear.bsky.social was inspired! Plus, we imagine young Syreeta taking on the Nun. Read Episode 12 for free! writteninhope.ink/the-between/... 142
