Tim Barrus Blog
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We Bury Our Own Dead
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Sitting On Cars by Cooper
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Put On Yer WarPaint
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they told me
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The Four of Clubs
it’s a relatively ordinary card/ the four of clubs/ lean back, baby/ chill/ the four of clubs/ would win you not so much/ as a candy bar/ but that is what you wanted/ an ordinary chocolate candy bar/ the ordinary just the ordinary/ because all your blindfolds/ ever saw was…
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your tongue
you had been drinking rain and there was weed like an omen inside your mouth
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Without a Scratch
Knowing you and loving you was not unlike walking through a minefield in the woods. There were no paths. There were no directions. There were no maps. There were weeds like razor blades. There was no flagman. Just trains that came thundering from some unseen, unscorched horizon. You were a…
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AIDS IN APPALACHIA STILL KILLS PEOPLE
AIDS went off the radar screens. But it’s still there. Lurking in the background noise. It’s a demographic now. Whatever the fuck they want to say about it, AIDS is hard to miss in Appalachia. For those of us who live here, there’s little reality in the outstretched hand of…
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The Price of it Is Just Too Goddamn Fucking High
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I Steal Their Jeans
i once wanted now, there’s a title/ i once wanted/ to write a book called THE ONES WHO LEFT/ and then, i realized that was all of them and it would be a very long novel walking the dark moors at night with heathcliff and i would have a candle…