Blue Ridge Baby

Blue Ridge Baby a novel by Tim Barrus

Tim Barrus: The Woods of Cleopatra

On Ponies Whatever nature is in its just causes, the winter will arrive. There is no such thing as an alignment that men do not stand still. Next to looking inward at what is interpreted as tragedy, I do not buy it. The last of the cringe and the plot…

Tim Barrus, New York Times

I did not tell you in my New York Times response anything about the delight of peeing on the tree killers below me. The New York Times would cane me. You can’t even write the word pee. The Gatekeepers will fuck you if they can. It’s what they do. Tree…

Tim Barrus in the New York Times

Our time is over. My time is over. I am on my phone. On my back. Looking at the morning stars and the sunrise dust of light just now warming my world. My mountain Blue Ridge trees have turned bright red and yellow. Those leaves will fall. Autumn has arrived.…

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