Tim Barrus Blog
-
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.
-
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…
-
Tim Barrus: You Were Lost Again
Je ne peux pas continuer à te chercher quand tu es perdu alors arrête ça, petit garçon, arrête ça.
-
Tim Barrus: Karma’s A Trip
You probably shouldn’t have left me standing alone.
-
Tim Barrus: His Bloodied Face
Hearing whispers was a treasure trove of echo after echo where identity came from the mouths of those who helped to mold the embracing of life’s dalliances with the power of compelled adjustment. It’s your eyes that flash furiously from the ancient times to now. From which I will wash…