Road Kills

“In the end, people seem to be afraid to think of their bodies as merely temporary arrangements of atoms which house an eternal life-force. They are attached to their limited, constructed ways of thinking, and any change scares them. For this reason, my work is often not well-received.”

You never know . . . The ones you give some semblance of burial, to whom you offer an apology, may have been like seers in a parallel culture. It is an act of respect, a technique of awareness.

Morris said the key to staying safe while working is keeping your eyes open, knowing your escape route and working quickly. "Do it and get out of there in certain time — no lingering around and making our chances greater.”

The subject of non-human victims of car accidents (often referred to as “roadkill”), much like the subject of food waste, may be a tough one for some animal advocates to parse ethically: on the one hand, there is no animal lover that wants to see animals hit by vehicles, as much as this may be an inevitability in a car-focused culture (and some... See more

“Whether it’s a highway or secondary road, this job is always dangerous,” Morris said. “You never know who is distracted, what is going through their minds, what kind of day they’re having.

So many people drive each day in order to "avoid death" that there are traffic jams and accidents. They are willing to play the odds of taking the life of an animal, a human, or even themselves, in order to try to circumvent a more probable demise, given the above equation.

What this boils down to is that those people are willing to swap the... See more

Driving = job = money = food & shelter. Without food & shelter we would die.

The short equation is: Driving = Life and its counterpart,

Not Driving = Death.

Flesh in a porcelain finish—because breaking apart was

only the first step.

Death: a thrift store mirror, cracked in all the bright places.

Roadkill. How it talks back.

Question : Are we there yet?

Feel the wind coming in fours.

Listen to the seasons galloping. The hunters dropping

quail mid-flight.

Kneel if you’ll take me, lips flushed past open.

Kneel... See more