Tim Barrus Blog
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Tim Barrus: It All Went Dark Again
When the black nimbus so heavy with cloudwaters clear, the clouds become events themselves. Equally well in reverse.
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Tim Barrus, New York Times
There is usually an adult somewhere out there who could reach a kid. This would be men. But men want to hurt you. Women are from another planet. No one will help you. They only want you to bleed.
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Tim Barrus, New York Times
The poor today will be the poor tomorrow and slavery – hope is ephemeral and is called a job given out with cold regard to the Homo sapiens on the exhausted planet. Let’s dig some coal. And dig and dig and dig our way to splendid riches. I mean, what…
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Tim Barrus: It Went Something Just Like This
Mad hatters just like this. -
Tim Barrus: What’s That Sound
The one who was staring at you wears a chain of dog’s teeth. -
Tim Barrus: That Fire He Sings About Is Real
The sad omen that opens in the blood. Rendering you clear as syrup. -
Tim Barrus: It Washes Over You
There are no horizons, there is only you, we ride them like they are seditious. -
Tim Barrus: A Basket of Apples
I can feel my bones grind in this wet basement air. -
Tim Barrus: In This Cold and Bitter Air
The charade of stones by themselves might create a fence of rocks but butchery will arrive tonight.
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Tim Barrus: Most of Life Feels Haunted
I was there when the everyone had left you. And your stunned What Did I Do turned to What Exactly did you think would happen. When the whispering stops. And your eye that has been watching this dream of all your second selves who claim they will now walk into…