Tim Barrus Blog

  1. At What Point

    Tim Barrus Art

  2. prettypink hoodiehoodie

    Before covid. After covid. Polemic. Both times. Poisonous as a rabid porcupine.

  3. Tim Barrus, New York Times

    Joseph was beloved like really fucking worshipped. He had been part of the background singers in several music videos. I did not yet know Joseph, and struggled with the stupidly superior attitude of snow snakes. I wanted to love you. I am creating this for you. I am here for

  4. not the wind

    It could have been about the hair. It could have been about the sea that day. It could have been about our standing in the water up to our knees. It could have been about the sand and the wet towels we threw on the Jeep’s floor. It could have

  5. Tim Barrus, New York Times

    I do not want to live in an American rat race. I do not want to live in America where there is hunger for the poor, and the aristocracy laughs. I do not want to live in an American nightmare where cops are the military and the military are the

  6. baise-moi dans mon petit trou et enfonce ta bite dans ma gorge et cum


  7. throwing rocks

    Yes, it’s only poetry. Poetry is an only child. I know the text is too small. Stop reminding me. Obviously, i have failed at dealing with the Homo sapiens again. What I want to know is when does it all end. Where are all the naked old men with long…

  8. How Many Enemies Can One Person Have

    In Israel, Breach of Trust is a criminal event. As long as Benjamin Netanyahu remains Prime Minister, there will be no peace. Donald Trump faces prison. Oh, and what to do. Become President again. Why. It protects him. The Grand Republican Poobahs in government have decided we are not worth

  9. TIM BARRUS, NEW YORK TIMES

    Disease and identity. Our culture is one where identity begins at birth – you are who we say you are – shut the fuck up, regardless of what is real, regardless of roles we are expected to play, and when you are on a public stage of simply being in

  10. Tim Barrus, New York Times

    For me, it’s foster kids with HIV. At 18, they are dropped at the side of the road, and the bus leaves them standing in a swirling dust. The kind of assistance federal dollars pay for community AIDS support is a quaint idea. It’s a systematically designed dysfunctional institution (hates