Vela.

Vela. wonders about media ecologies/mediumicity and wanders among vegetal life fruits and animals asking questions about entities not-just-human and about proximity -- how close is close? What vela lie beneath or above the variegated vellum that we are? I like to think my poems are worried about archives too yet capaciously so: what does the body archive? What does it send and what does it re-seethe? What should the poem being doing about the Anthropocene beyond re-marking it and how can the poem engage meaningfully with other-than human intelligences and temporalities? There are these things and then the poet shows up every now and again -- I guess as a sort of rattled shy kid who nonetheless still loves the world and never wants to stop glossing it -- or trying.