Tim Barrus Blog
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dancing with memory that holds you down/
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https://tim-barrus.format.com/tim-barrus/around-here-we-dance-a-lot
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Tim Barrus, New York Times
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My classroom was filled with adolescent boys who had failed at everything. Violence on steroids. EduPsychoBabble. We called them Severeley Emotionally Disturbed. The teachers of typical children loved you now. Don’t come into my classroom because meltdowns were every hour of every day. Any stranger in the room was fresh…
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Tim Barrus, New York Times
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America Is Too Big To Govern
Asking a politician to abrogate his own political fortunes to facilitate those who would encircle racial identity with their prerogatives intact. Old white men run the dog and pony shows. Social entropy only works when the dominate culture cannot hold the boundaries of the…
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Going Rogue: The Blue Ridge
Brambles
I live in the Blue Ridge Mountains. Quarantine has not meant that much to me. I can escape on my dirt bike. But it’s been a great year for less traffic. Traffic is cyclical, too. In a normal year, I can go months without even seeing another human being.…
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Tim Barrus, NYT
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Tim Barrus, New York Times
I worked in Special Education for years. With the “bad” kids. How bad were the Bad Boys. You don’t want to know. We had a category (for everything) called SED. Severely Emotionally Disturbed. In Special Ed, we threw a lot of words around. The language…
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going rogue
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HIV is a nightmare. It is not a life. The disingenuous rhetoric that the suffering is now a controllable management machine, pop the pills, prest-O change-O, you are not cured. Cope. Here it comes: First, you lose family. Then, people you thought were your friends have disappeared. Now, you know.…
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Going Rogue
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The rumors of a great impending darkness were overplayed. The numbers of Homo Sapiens who now lived on the planet plunged just like everything that failed all of it, all of it, every death from every plague. What could possibly come back for you to sleep inside yourself.
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Deranged In The Wire Trap
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After all of this, I came inside the slog of a tent to sleep. Hug My toes.
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presque endormi
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Going Rogue: A Novel
Tim Barrus
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Kansas
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