#roc morin

[shady-grady]

I'm an observer of my own dead body. I watch my corpse bloat and then rot, as these birds arrive and eat my flesh very efficiently. Then, the insects come. When they're finished, they leave these clean white bones. I pick up these bones in my arms and present them to members of my family, my friends, and my lovers standing nearby. They're not interested. My body is only important to me

Terrifying Nightmares from Around the World

By Roc Morin

[vicemag]

The Scrapyard Where Gods Go to Die and Be Reborn

[vicemag]

Photos of Kids Playfully Crossing the US-Mexico Border

Recently a storm took out a chain link fence separating the two countries at a park bisecting Tijuana and San Diego, letting people jump back and forth between nations. Photos by Roc Morin

[bitanen]

Ignorance was God’s great invention and with it he made the world.

"&" - Roc Morin

[benjaminslev]

The conversation stalled as we both caught sight of a dark shadow, a bird of prey wheeling high above the hills. I watched the last of the cigar burn down to the warden’s fingernails. As long as the thing still sent up that fragile tendril of smoke, we could continue to stand there in the warm light of the sun. Only the throbbing heat of the ember getting too close snapped him back. He ground the stub into the wall unceremoniously before turning away and sealing us back in.

Roc Morin on New Hampshire Prison Warden Rick Van Winkler (Vice, May 2014)

[naamsadeekee]

photo by Roc Morin

[futurereading-blog]

Why is the work of The Doula Project important?

I believe that when you’re going through something that’s morally and physically exhausting and confusing, it’s so important to be seen—to have your emotions and your physical being recognized and acknowledged. It’s important for the providers too. I mean, provider burnout, and distress, and trauma is something I’m very concerned about as well. I think the presence of a doula there, modeling compassion in a very cold and often sterile environment, has repercussions for the experience of everyone involved.

via The Hairpin

[862518d]

I crawled back into the ambulance, fell asleep, and had this dream: An orb loomed overhead - silvery and flickering like a beetle’s wing - just blowing in the breeze. It landed. A woman carried me inside. She stripped me bare, stripped away my clothing. Insatiable, she peeled away my skin. With brailleing fingers, she devised my seams. She popped and reeled my nerves in tangled coils. She plucked ripe organs from my chest, collapsed the rest. Chewed my bones and blew the dust. I fell in love with this woman. It was one of those dreams where the dreamer falls in love with someone who does not exist. The dreamer has fallen in love with his own invention, and when he awakens, he is heartbroken - heartbroken with the missing of himself.

Excerpt from "AND" by Roc Morin

http://www.rocmorin.com/book.html