Amarys

Ooh this has been on my TBR list for a while. How would you rate it?

I got a new camera—a Fujifilm XT5–and I wanted to try it out. What better way to do that than some self portraits?

I’m so sorry Meg. I’m sending you all of my love ❤️

I love uno and happy hour smash burgers and drinks ✨

I’m currently watching the oscars and remembering that I still haven’t seen “the substance”

7:37pm and already I’m already in bed with tea and a book…truly a grandmother at heart

@lsdunes.bsky.social released their album “Violet” this weekend and I was fortunate enough to say something about it!

www.punkagandapress.com/post/lsdunes...

figuratively and literally in my bag in 2025 🎞️

Sontag Mag - A Journal of Craft & Poetry “I often write under the rule that poetry is best written as a way to document life both inside and outside of the poet.”

I am immensely grateful to have been interviewed this fall by @amarysdejai.bsky.social and Sontag Magazine. I talk about my poetry and my filmmaking, and how many people I look up to. 🥲

Here’s the link:

sontagmag.com/sontag-mag-t...

The 3rd issue of Sontag Mag has been released today, and I am so happy to have had the opportunity to interview @haolunxu.bsky.social for it!! 🤍

Read here: sontagmag.com/sontag-mag-t...

forgot to post these obligatory Thanksgiving selfies here 🦃

it works so much better than any chapstick I’ve tried!

Describe yourself using five things that are probably in your backpack at any given moment:

1. A book
2. My Olympus infinity point & shoot film camera
3. A pen and notebook
4. An old grocery list
5. a tiny tube of aquaphor

MATINS You want to know how I spend my time? I walk the front lawn, pretending to be weeding. You ought to know I'm never weeding, on my knees, pulling clumps of clover from the flower beds: in fact I'm looking for courage, for some evidence my life will change, though it takes forever, checking each clump for the symbolic leaf, and soon the summer is ending, already the leaves turning, always the sick trees going first, the dying turning brilliant yellow, while a few dark birds perform their curfew of music. You want to see my hands? As empty now as at the first note. Or was the point always to continue without a sign?

Louise Glück.