On Tenterhooks
@tenterhooks.bsky.social
human from canada, amateur poet.
i eat my babybels vertically.
i eat my babybels vertically.
i was his first dance
at age 33.
he had danced before, of course
even at his wedding, he danced
but not like this
he had not danced in a way that made him feel free.
so while many of his go-arounds with me were his second
i was his first dance.
he felt free
because of me.
-SL
at age 33.
he had danced before, of course
even at his wedding, he danced
but not like this
he had not danced in a way that made him feel free.
so while many of his go-arounds with me were his second
i was his first dance.
he felt free
because of me.
-SL
December 3, 2025 at 3:56 AM
i was his first dance
at age 33.
he had danced before, of course
even at his wedding, he danced
but not like this
he had not danced in a way that made him feel free.
so while many of his go-arounds with me were his second
i was his first dance.
he felt free
because of me.
-SL
at age 33.
he had danced before, of course
even at his wedding, he danced
but not like this
he had not danced in a way that made him feel free.
so while many of his go-arounds with me were his second
i was his first dance.
he felt free
because of me.
-SL
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🌱Peony Singing in the Rain.
Well… it was.
Well… it was.
May 15, 2025 at 12:51 AM
🌱Peony Singing in the Rain.
Well… it was.
Well… it was.
17 years,10 months,22 days
A long life for a cat
But somehow not enough
Not enough pats
Not enough 6am hairballs
Not enough wailing meows
Not enough cuddles
Not enough paw prints left behind on my thigh from long sits on my lap
Not enough time
But you...
You were more than enough
-SL
#poem
#petloss
A long life for a cat
But somehow not enough
Not enough pats
Not enough 6am hairballs
Not enough wailing meows
Not enough cuddles
Not enough paw prints left behind on my thigh from long sits on my lap
Not enough time
But you...
You were more than enough
-SL
#poem
#petloss
May 14, 2025 at 6:18 PM
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You glance past me,
eyes full of distant stars,
while I stand
petulant in my quiet longing.
Your laughter spills
like rain on
someone else’s skin,
and I swallow words
never meant to be heard.
The space between us
hums with unsaid things,
a melody only I
seem to know.
#vss365 #poetry #petulant
eyes full of distant stars,
while I stand
petulant in my quiet longing.
Your laughter spills
like rain on
someone else’s skin,
and I swallow words
never meant to be heard.
The space between us
hums with unsaid things,
a melody only I
seem to know.
#vss365 #poetry #petulant
February 21, 2025 at 4:57 PM
I am owed space from this pain. #7syllablesentence #vss
February 20, 2025 at 2:14 PM
I am owed space from this pain. #7syllablesentence #vss
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Really looking forward to reading Margaret Atwood's memoir.
Publication due in November.
#MargaretAtwood
@margaretatwood.bsky.social
www.theguardian.com/books/2025/f...
Publication due in November.
#MargaretAtwood
@margaretatwood.bsky.social
www.theguardian.com/books/2025/f...
Handmaid’s Tale author Margaret Atwood to publish memoir
The 85-year-old’s Book of Lives promises to lift the lid on her unconventional Canadian upbringing, prize-winning writing career, and the experiences that shaped her work
www.theguardian.com
February 11, 2025 at 5:53 PM
Really looking forward to reading Margaret Atwood's memoir.
Publication due in November.
#MargaretAtwood
@margaretatwood.bsky.social
www.theguardian.com/books/2025/f...
Publication due in November.
#MargaretAtwood
@margaretatwood.bsky.social
www.theguardian.com/books/2025/f...
thirty-one seconds of snow scrunching ☺️
February 2, 2025 at 11:31 PM
thirty-one seconds of snow scrunching ☺️
i stare at my love
knowing that to be with him
means i get to bloom
#haiku #poetry #relationship #love #poemance
knowing that to be with him
means i get to bloom
#haiku #poetry #relationship #love #poemance
February 2, 2025 at 11:24 PM
i stare at my love
knowing that to be with him
means i get to bloom
#haiku #poetry #relationship #love #poemance
knowing that to be with him
means i get to bloom
#haiku #poetry #relationship #love #poemance
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January 31, 2025 at 4:50 PM
shake loose the Expectations placed upon you
sprint from their grip
until your tongue is the taste of wrought iron
Expectations give you no chances, gift you no room
they entrap, diminish you in their chokehold
do not dwindle, do not fade
beneath the weight of Expectations.
-SL
#poetry #expectations
sprint from their grip
until your tongue is the taste of wrought iron
Expectations give you no chances, gift you no room
they entrap, diminish you in their chokehold
do not dwindle, do not fade
beneath the weight of Expectations.
-SL
#poetry #expectations
January 28, 2025 at 5:36 PM
shake loose the Expectations placed upon you
sprint from their grip
until your tongue is the taste of wrought iron
Expectations give you no chances, gift you no room
they entrap, diminish you in their chokehold
do not dwindle, do not fade
beneath the weight of Expectations.
-SL
#poetry #expectations
sprint from their grip
until your tongue is the taste of wrought iron
Expectations give you no chances, gift you no room
they entrap, diminish you in their chokehold
do not dwindle, do not fade
beneath the weight of Expectations.
-SL
#poetry #expectations
as your smell escapes me
and the sound of your voice gets distant
i realize you are fading ever more from memory
i wish I watched you more when I was a little girl
to truly commit you to memory
wish i had turned you to concrete
but it's all too late now
you're becoming dust
-SL
#poetry #dad #grief
and the sound of your voice gets distant
i realize you are fading ever more from memory
i wish I watched you more when I was a little girl
to truly commit you to memory
wish i had turned you to concrete
but it's all too late now
you're becoming dust
-SL
#poetry #dad #grief
January 26, 2025 at 6:53 PM
a poem titled 'hiding'
you've tucked away all traces
of your late night hazes
but the cans cause a clamour
and I notice your stammer
you think you're hiding your vice
but you're burying us alive
-SL
#poetry #alcoholism #drinking #relationship
you've tucked away all traces
of your late night hazes
but the cans cause a clamour
and I notice your stammer
you think you're hiding your vice
but you're burying us alive
-SL
#poetry #alcoholism #drinking #relationship
January 25, 2025 at 4:27 PM
a poem titled 'hiding'
you've tucked away all traces
of your late night hazes
but the cans cause a clamour
and I notice your stammer
you think you're hiding your vice
but you're burying us alive
-SL
#poetry #alcoholism #drinking #relationship
you've tucked away all traces
of your late night hazes
but the cans cause a clamour
and I notice your stammer
you think you're hiding your vice
but you're burying us alive
-SL
#poetry #alcoholism #drinking #relationship
Compassion is a word written
not just on my heart,
but on my resumé.
I set out to make great change,
but end the day with so little of it in my pockets.
I am left bruised and bitten.
Now concussed...
Headaches both figurative and literal.
How much more can I take?
-SL
#poetry #poem #concussion
not just on my heart,
but on my resumé.
I set out to make great change,
but end the day with so little of it in my pockets.
I am left bruised and bitten.
Now concussed...
Headaches both figurative and literal.
How much more can I take?
-SL
#poetry #poem #concussion
January 18, 2025 at 2:22 PM
Compassion is a word written
not just on my heart,
but on my resumé.
I set out to make great change,
but end the day with so little of it in my pockets.
I am left bruised and bitten.
Now concussed...
Headaches both figurative and literal.
How much more can I take?
-SL
#poetry #poem #concussion
not just on my heart,
but on my resumé.
I set out to make great change,
but end the day with so little of it in my pockets.
I am left bruised and bitten.
Now concussed...
Headaches both figurative and literal.
How much more can I take?
-SL
#poetry #poem #concussion
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I need someone to explain to me why it’s always “if you can’t pay rent, buy fewer lattes and avocado toasts” and not “if you can’t pay your employees a living wage, buy fewer yachts and real estate”.
Explain it to me like I’m in kindergarten.
Explain it to me like I’m in kindergarten.
December 26, 2024 at 8:30 PM
I need someone to explain to me why it’s always “if you can’t pay rent, buy fewer lattes and avocado toasts” and not “if you can’t pay your employees a living wage, buy fewer yachts and real estate”.
Explain it to me like I’m in kindergarten.
Explain it to me like I’m in kindergarten.
December 27, 2024 at 11:27 PM
A poem titled 'Plans Change'
Many storms
have changed my course.
These storms,
though treacherous,
impetuous,
raging,
ended up being path-clearers,
portals,
short-cuts
to
clarity,
to
purpose.
They led me
straight to
you.
-S.L.
#poetry
Many storms
have changed my course.
These storms,
though treacherous,
impetuous,
raging,
ended up being path-clearers,
portals,
short-cuts
to
clarity,
to
purpose.
They led me
straight to
you.
-S.L.
#poetry
December 26, 2024 at 3:36 AM
A poem titled 'Plans Change'
Many storms
have changed my course.
These storms,
though treacherous,
impetuous,
raging,
ended up being path-clearers,
portals,
short-cuts
to
clarity,
to
purpose.
They led me
straight to
you.
-S.L.
#poetry
Many storms
have changed my course.
These storms,
though treacherous,
impetuous,
raging,
ended up being path-clearers,
portals,
short-cuts
to
clarity,
to
purpose.
They led me
straight to
you.
-S.L.
#poetry
Happy #humpday! Oh, and happy #christmas too!
I've always loved #vintage Christmas #ornaments. Enjoy this beautiful #painting, artist unknown.
I've always loved #vintage Christmas #ornaments. Enjoy this beautiful #painting, artist unknown.
December 25, 2024 at 1:24 PM
Happy #humpday! Oh, and happy #christmas too!
I've always loved #vintage Christmas #ornaments. Enjoy this beautiful #painting, artist unknown.
I've always loved #vintage Christmas #ornaments. Enjoy this beautiful #painting, artist unknown.