RenaraBetween Plato’s Cave & Noah’s ArkI often claw at my heart till, It heaves and bleeds in sputtering sighs, The sweet stench of rot then blooms to fill, And feed the yonderMay 18May 18
RenaraLamenting fig trees and starvationWhen I was quite young, I wrote a story about a man so tormented by the idea of the divine predestined that it drives him to madness and…May 18May 18