Sometimes, they're the secret to happiness
The language of my soul is a mishmash of all the places my family comes from.
“Hi, I'm Chaya and I’m addicted to positive thinking.”
I’m seeing bald eagles tendering their letters of resignation, unwilling to be guilty by association.
Infinity wants nothing so much as to fit its limitless rampant vastness into the littlest of spaces.
Somewhere between heart and home there is that place of coronation, a throne of tin, twine, copper, and oil.
