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The body is a place – the first place, the place we must make peace with.

The body is a place – the first place, the place we must make peace with.

Dream Body — Vela

About a year and a half ago I wrote something that I’m really not proud of, for a reason I’m even less proud of: for money. For $60, in fact, which is what makes the whole thing so funny

About a year and a half ago I wrote something that I’m really not proud of, for a reason I’m even less proud of: for money. For $60, in fact, which is what makes the whole thing so funny

On Value — Vela

A few months ago I started swimming in the morning.

A few months ago I started swimming in the morning.

On Change — Vela

Out of water the stroke means nothing–it’s like a tattoo that disappears when exposed to air. But this is how I know these people, this is how we know each other.

Out of water the stroke means nothing–it’s like a tattoo that disappears when exposed to air. But this is how I know these people, this is how we know each other.

The Purest Form of Play — Vela

The pause button on my life was pressed by the UK Border Agency.

The pause button on my life was pressed by the UK Border Agency.

Leave to Remain — Vela

To read a novel  is an exercise in empathy. A corollary to this is that to read fiction, and to write fiction, is a form of travel.

To read a novel  is an exercise in empathy. A corollary to this is that to read fiction, and to write fiction, is a form of travel.

On Empathy & the Novel — Vela

Two rattlesnakes have tumbled down the hill behind the house and are engaged in a dance, or a fight. Two males, vying for the right to a female.

Two rattlesnakes have tumbled down the hill behind the house and are engaged in a dance, or a fight. Two males, vying for the right to a female.

Not Writing About Home — Vela

We live in both directions simultaneously, looking backwards and forwards, being pulled and pushed at the same time. 

We live in both directions simultaneously, looking backwards and forwards, being pulled and pushed at the same time. 

On Running Again — Vela

I remember my mother driving me to school when I was about eleven years old; she had a tape with four different versions of Cohen’s “Famous Blue Raincoat” on it, which we listened to often.

I remember my mother driving me to school when I was about eleven years old; she had a tape with four different versions of Cohen’s “Famous Blue Raincoat” on it, which we listened to often.

The Journey in the Song — Vela

Sometimes it’s easier to destroy something with a thread than to create something with a thread; sometimes, though, a thread is what the whole world is made of: it’s a lifeline.

Sometimes it’s easier to destroy something with a thread than to create something with a thread; sometimes, though, a thread is what the whole world is made of: it’s a lifeline.

On The Faraway Nearby — Vela