Tim Barrus Blog
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Tim Barrus: Who Told You That You Cannot Crawl Out Of Your Own Skin
Ten days and gin. You carried around your Druid stones and swam deep mysteries in rivers whose fields ran close to other shores of second selves and wandering amid the winter’s light unseen at twelve is called desire.
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Tim Barrus: His Small Dreams Was a Rage in Cups
The carnival was almost done. The only people walking through Trash Planet Central were fat girls licking licorice sticks. Their hollow emptiness was carved from class and stone. She wanted you to finger fuck her by scattering the delrium where she laughed in the observation car but you had left…
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Tim Barrus: I See I Only See
I see I only see the eyelids. I see I only see but your eyes are dark to me. I see I only see the years slide past all bearing wild and bitter like the sea. I see I only see the angry and alone in their sleeping bags and…
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Tim Barrus: I Hear The Secrets That You Keep
It’s closed.
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Tim Barrus: Before the Deep Worlds Wounded Anything but Rain and Snow and Dust Come Crawling
Darkness settles on the other side of the river we would have to cross in morning. At least the bike knows what it’s doing. We slept soundly in a ditch.
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Tim Barrus: Publishing Gatekeepers
Just the idea of the gatekeeper feels poisonous. We do not work for gatekeepers. Or do we. But what’s it about. It’s about who you know. People who think it’s about the writing are amusing at cocktail parties, that’s about it. They are not very amusing in most other other…
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Tim Barrus: The Whip Cracked Like a Bloodlit Sky.
I am a communist. Breaking out guns in a culture war will harm everyone. I have been banned by the New York Times. The New York Times is banning me because I am a radical voice. Your voice must conform. You have all kinds of writers at NYT. But you…
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Tim Barrus: Boom Boom Now
I told you they were blind. Waiting for what. It’s not what they tell you in college you will work while you drive le-multitasking. People pull their hair out. All I have is a dirt bike. On my last visit, ghosts. Ambulance wails. The sound absorbed by rivers, all of…
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Tim Barrus: Kansas
Carnival was almost done. I am a communist. I am impotent. Mark Warren called. I have autism. Make it go away. I see timelines and angels. I listen to the voice of the people who have taken up residency inside my head. Another meaningless diagnosis. I am demented. I am…
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Tim Barrus: Film Crew Next Door
They do not require an ID. They do not take credit cards. Sometimes you can get the Hotel Mistress to go for trade. She just sends the tricks upstairs to my room first door on the right. I have to be at this shoot by noon.