Chaise Ayala3:33Forgive me please for the voyeurist in me. I spy something celestial. I spy the stars that have somehow beguiled the years we’ve spent…Sep 4, 2020Sep 4, 2020
Chaise AyalaBlood Orange PoemIf you could visit your mind like a hallway, and hang up pictures for every moment that tugged on your heart. Seamlessly endlessly, like a…Feb 24, 2016Feb 24, 2016
Chaise AyalaThe Octopus Queen PoemI had a dream last night that humans were really just walking hearts. Some were red, some black, some blue. You should have seen the size…Feb 24, 2016Feb 24, 2016