New Work: the conspiracy of clocks

It’s easier to shrug than scream
To sigh
At the unsolicited decay
As like an abandoned house
We inch toward collapse.

Things are not as we had imagined
When through those windows
We gazed like children
On a Friday afternoon

Shattered now,
Our boney boards
Wince and moan
Beneath the weight of the
Ghosts that wander through

I’m not sure how,
Or when,
But my life has happened.
Is happening
Before I could welcome-
Before I could even
Catch
My breath.

Helpless now,
I catalogue the cracks
In my invincibility

Another tortured witness
Silenced
By the conspiracy
Of clocks
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Took this photo in Death Valley at the same time as my last photo. I had always wanted to see the dunes so it was a real thrill to shoot them! When we arrived it was so late, I despaired that I wouldn’t be able to get the photo in time. But the guys I was traveling with were a great help, running across the sand dunes with me as the sunset, lugging my camera gear and this oversized antique hour glass. So it is very much thanks to them that I was able to get this shot in time!

Model: Adam Booth