Tim Barrus Blog

  1. Your Truck Smells Like Dead Animals Watcha Gonna Do When He Comes 4U

    No one ever leaves, and returns, to find the places you had left. It has disappeared. The people all around won’t even look at you. Because they remember. What they knew even as the past took you to the cancer in your eyes, and sometimes you wished you could be

  2. don’t look at me don’t look at me

    Even beauty forgets the scraping of the wolf wind into whose frosted windows were only half of what the Old Man, married as it were to rust. Was What Old Man. My Old Man. The Old Man with his women and his Canadian Club. Something for at night to suck…

  3. tim barrus: tout bien ou roen

    The Ice-Flow Drifts – and one of the raw sounds – as the oppulence of drifting is not a blueprint for the future. The beaten but what are the winds to sand, seas in seas, nightship eyes, whose strength was like a lover I had, the status quo of Him…

  4. Tim Barrus: Stop Asking Me To Write Outlines

    The Universe is not an outline. The Literary Universe refuses to believe that some of the tools we used to employ (like write an outline) to sell the thing, are dated. Publishing loves anything dated. It often feels like my Old Aunt Dimpleburger runs the whole thing. When I say…

  5. WHAT DOES THE WORD RADICAL EVEN MEAN

    Good morning from the Blue Ridge mountains,I lied. Was Punished. I only look at noses. You think I am engaged with you while we are talking but I am not seeing you, I can eliminate the visions of crowds. They disappear. The world is numb. I’m not engaged with you.…

  6. A Memory So Dim it Singes in the Lower Sky

    Here. With Many Others. One quiet house. Grief becomes sleep. As if led by omens.

  7. Tim Barrus: My Rooms Above The Dodge

    My rooms were above the Dodge. In Dodge. In a dry and dreamtime land of whiteboys and trucks and those boys really do believe the earth was made just for them. What white boys know of life sits alone itself in Chinatown, strange. Just outside of town, a huge pit…

  8. Autism Spectrum We Do Not Know That Much About the Brain Although We Pretend We Do. Rubbish.

    What was it like when you were a kid. They all go there. Sooner or later. I was a straight A student who supported his family. At thirteen. At fourteen I knew I would shoot myself. I did.

  9. Tim Barrus: I Rode My First Dirt Bike At Age Six

    Because we were White Trash. My buzzed head with the bad teeth and dinner was candy. My buzzed head and with the Bud for lunch. My buzzed head glowed in the dark catching worms.

  10. Tim Barrus: Dirt Bike Town

    Selling Film and Book Rights