MAYA YAEL FRAI
2025 / ARCHIVE
ABOUT ME ——
Maya is a product leader, founder, and investor with expertise in product management, venture capital, and design. Her work spans leading technology companies, investing in early-stage startups, and building consumer businesses.
At Google, she is a Product Lead in Applied AI on Search, shaping how billions of users discover information. Previously, she led the launch of MLB Live Sports on YouTube, spearheaded international expansion and monetization for Google Search and Maps, and worked on AI-driven discovery experiences.
In venture capital, Maya has invested in and advised startups from pre-seed to Series B at firms including Village Global, Greylock Partners, and Google Ventures. She was an Entrepreneur in Residence at Greylock, focused on consumer AI, and has been a founding advisor to re—inc since its inception in 2019.
Maya leads several creative projects, currently leading the transformation of her family-owned fine jewelry business, redefining modern luxury by merging technology with timeless craftsmanship. She is also a writer and poet, exploring themes of identity, ambition, and relationships. She is currently working on her debut poetry collection, set to be published in summer 2025.
Born and raised in Miami to a Brazilian mother and Israeli father, Maya launched her first e-commerce company in high school, later created a platform for women’s empowerment during the #MeToo movement, and has been a lifelong builder at the intersection of technology, commerce, and storytelling.
She studied Computer Science at Cornell University and is based in San Francisco. She is an avid cyclist, a lover of film and art festivals, and a traveler who has explored over 30 countries.
Language: English
ISBN-10: 0882681281
ISBN-13: 978-0882681283
ISBN-10: 0882681281
ISBN-13: 978-0882681283
I died. Deader and deader.
"Little joke corpse!" Yeah, I
shrank beyond belief; I'd even fit quite neatly
inside the bowl of my ridiculously
miniscule briarwood pipe.
Ishmael they call me, Father
Ishmael. I'm such a pipsqueak, though,
they have got to be kidding.
Being dead means
very light housekeeping.
It's dark,
and cold.
Cold as the dawn of a new
Ice Age. A sage frostbitten
under gelid palmtrees. The pallor
of one's foibles.
Dark: A rat standing
at attention on the tip of his
hairless tail squealing bloody
murder without the slightest movement of his snout.
Cold: Across an almond-green plain
a procession of pale blue elephants
walking backwards.
Dark: A diminutive stringbean of a rat hovers
on dragonfly wings.
Cold: A wee purple face glares out of a winejar's
bulging glassy midriff.
Dark: Two perfectly identical human mouths
kiss each other to death.
Cold: A truncated male torso
gives with a significant wink.
Dark: Above clouds or
black sands. Idols of old religions
set up. Facing them,
horror in tar: the grin of certain dead people.
Cold ...—Polar ...— I'm entombed
"Little joke corpse!" Yeah, I
shrank beyond belief; I'd even fit quite neatly
inside the bowl of my ridiculously
miniscule briarwood pipe.
Ishmael they call me, Father
Ishmael. I'm such a pipsqueak, though,
they have got to be kidding.
Being dead means
very light housekeeping.
It's dark,
and cold.
Cold as the dawn of a new
Ice Age. A sage frostbitten
under gelid palmtrees. The pallor
of one's foibles.
Dark: A rat standing
at attention on the tip of his
hairless tail squealing bloody
murder without the slightest movement of his snout.
Cold: Across an almond-green plain
a procession of pale blue elephants
walking backwards.
Dark: A diminutive stringbean of a rat hovers
on dragonfly wings.
Cold: A wee purple face glares out of a winejar's
bulging glassy midriff.
Dark: Two perfectly identical human mouths
kiss each other to death.
Cold: A truncated male torso
gives with a significant wink.
Dark: Above clouds or
black sands. Idols of old religions
set up. Facing them,
horror in tar: the grin of certain dead people.
Cold ...—Polar ...— I'm entombed