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Great piece. Cottom is an extraordinary writer. She gets right to the point. And she makes sense. What is surprising is that Tressie McMillan Cottom is still at the New York Times. I can think of about 500 publications that would show her the door. What is coming (it will…

The Women

Tim Barrus

Tim Barrus and the New York Times

Unprepared for what is coming. It’s here. There is no tomorrow. There is only yesterday. It’s not coming for you. It has you. Every single time I write what I believe – the deviant wants to kill us all – I am kicked back into the street I came from.…

TIM BARRUS

Dark Set. Dark weekend. Dark play. Dark characters. George and Martha hit rock bottom. Nylons.

Tim Barrus

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Tim Barrus: Dirt Bike Town

Dirt Bike Town, a novel, by Tim Barrus

Dirt Bike Town: The Dunes

Tim Barrus Art

Hands Behind Your Head

Hands Behind Your Head tim barrus

DO NOT DO THIS NAKED

http://tim-barrus.format.com/ DO NOT DO THIS NAKED

Paris

Year of the Hyena

Tim Barrus Art

Night Beach

a moment of memory

lost in that place again and it’s sleet bleeding through that window of battering, embrace of the dandelion, snap 2///  

Swimming in the Snow

Swimming in the Snow. – tim barrus

Tim Barrus: Through Windows

There Lurks a Darkness

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Tim Barrus: It’s Just a Kiss Away, Kiss Away.

War, childrenIt’s just a shot awayIt’s just a shot awayWar, childrenIt’s just a shot awayIt’s just a shot away, yeah wrong number

Tim Barrus: Please stop thinking. Something will break.

Something did break. I just know it.

Tim Barrus: It Went Something Just Like This

Mad hatters just like this.

Tim Barrus: Spring Break

I am told – that cannot be done – oh, Sugarbutt. It can be done. Ride shotgun. I’ll take you to France. I drive really fast. I never go over a hundred. You can fuck me but I would not recommend it. Also, I’m just dull. But I do shoot…

Tim Barrus: Lovers and Thieves

I would never use your real name in a novel I am writing where the main character is demented. Why would I do that. I might do that. But I didn’t. If you got it if you got it you go boom boom. And my runaway eye eye. If you…

Tim Barrus: I bought the car for a dollar.

I’m afraid to drive it. It makes very strange sounds like somebody is trying to kill it with their bare hands.

Tim Barrus: In the Thick Dust Our Village, the One Convicts Scratched To Salt, and From It Corn Whiskey Trickles Down the Logging Road

The one thing we know is that the death of light has turned inside out, and the riverbed changed the diversion of sound, sight, and memory. Time itself was another Irish priest slipping beneath a little boat that carried the vaunted authority along in scant excess among the vultures because…

Tim Barrus, New York Times

Composedly Trembling