Get Withered Stumps of Time’s stories in your inbox
Join Medium for free to get updates from this writer.
Press enter or click to view image in full size
copyright Eric Gordon 2024
Here sit I on withered stumps of time tea is hell a lot notwithstanding and I not understanding but here, sit, aye writing on wisps breathing in clouds what was it I was supposed to do? too late now my feet have grown vines fastening to the stump under my rump and here sit I turning to unformed earth a long, slow goodbye that no-one will hear sit I
