Tim Barrus Blog
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Tim Barrus: The Secrets of Complicity
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A dim aura of photons intombed deep within the pits and snakes and the ring I am supposed to kiss. A joyous martyrdom of jingle jangles that have been left behind.
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Tim Barrus: Dark Places In The Hidden
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Washing Your Hands Of It
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Tim Barrus: It All Flows Into Shadows Of Lovers, Ships, Grief, and Fragile New Dawns Passing Music Through Your Desperate Heart
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I am a communist. TickThisTok Reagan broke your laws. Senility is a dangerous thing to exploit the Central Bank, and after you understand that particular rhetoric, you discover there are no consequences imposed up the wealthy. For anything. Anna, the upstairs maid, and Junior is a rich boy who will…
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Tim Barrus: We Don’t See Things As They Are We See Things As We Are You Whispered
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I never take calls anymore. I use a lot of burners. The guy of some guy an idiot I am Told, Oh, Calm Down Down And Behold. Luggage. All that luggage. You have a lot of luggage. People should have luggage.
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Tim Barrus: But Blinds Cover The Windows
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They drink Jack Daniels in Baton Rouge. Like Jack’s gut of memories, tightly curled, rips a demon with its sharp claws, rushing in to fill the void, there is a void in all of us, and that is the animal who knows us is us will always be us. Our…
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Tim Barrus: Americana
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Night fires, phantoms, and the flag. If there are small children, burn their dolls.
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Tim Barrus: Our Shadows Are Blue With Cold
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Tim Barrus, New York Times
I am a communist. When you’re living this close to the edge, migration will take you to wherever it wants you to go, you will go there, whose rooms are the darker ones, the ones from the woods who had no shoes. Children should have…
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Tim Barrus: The Currents Turn Away With the Sea Hawks Above Us In the Shadows
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Dirt Bike Town is dust and oil and wind. It is a dinosaur of bones just off the Interstate out by Titty Town where the totally naked roasted on spits. Do not fall in love with anyone from Dirt Bike Town. You might get asked to share the ride. It’s…
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Tim Barrus: The First Time We Stole a Car Was At Night When This Trick Is Shit, Johnny
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Everyone from Dirt Bike Town gets it. No one expected to land in Dirt Bike Town. We just all fell here from the sky. It wasn’t Key West. I remember the spaceships. I thought they were fucking spaceships because they were fucking spaceships. People wanted out, but there was a…
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TIM BARRUS: THAT MEMORY SHOULD CLING TO ALL THE DISMAL BEDS BUT ONE
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AROUND HERE IN THE BLUE RIDGE, WE REALLY GET THE FOREST’S FADING ECHOES AS WE PASS ANOTHER CARNIVAL THAT WAS ALMOST OVER