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  1. Tim Barrus: The Old Dirt Road

    How is it that you can fix everything. 


  2. Tim Barrus: One Piece At A Time

    What appears to be a wall, a force field, can, in fact, be a tunnel. “Are we always going to sleep on the floor of your friends.” “Are you complaining.” “Don’t you have any friends with a bed. I liked the hotel. “You cannot afford the hotel.” “But you liked


  3. Tim Barrus: Titty Bar right off the Interstate.

    The real Florida.


  4. Tim Barrus: Who Told You That You Cannot Crawl Out Of Your Own Skin

    Ten days and gin. You carried around your Druid stones and swam deep mysteries in rivers whose fields ran close to other shores of second selves and wandering amid the winter’s light unseen at twelve is called desire.   


  5. Tim Barrus: His Small Dreams Was a Rage in Cups

    The carnival was almost done. The only people walking through Trash Planet Central were fat girls licking licorice sticks. Their hollow emptiness was carved from class and stone. She wanted you to finger fuck her by scattering the delrium where she laughed in the observation car but you had left…


  6. Tim Barrus: I See I Only See

    I see I only see the eyelids. I see I only see but your eyes are dark to me. I see I only see the years slide past all bearing wild and bitter like the sea. I see I only see the angry and alone in their sleeping bags and…


  7. Tim Barrus: Before the Deep Worlds Wounded Anything but Rain and Snow and Dust Come Crawling

    Darkness settles on the other side of the river we would have to cross in morning. At least the bike knows what it’s doing. We slept soundly in a ditch.


  8. Tim Barrus: Publishing Gatekeepers

    Just the idea of the gatekeeper feels poisonous. We do not work for gatekeepers. Or do we. But what’s it about. It’s about who you know. People who think it’s about the writing are amusing at cocktail parties, that’s about it. They are not very amusing in most other other…


  9. Tim Barrus: Boom Boom Now

    I told you they were blind. Waiting for what. It’s not what they tell you in college you will work while you drive le-multitasking. People pull their hair out. All I have is a dirt bike. On my last visit, ghosts. Ambulance wails. The sound absorbed by rivers, all of


  10. Tim Barrus: Film Crew Next Door

    They do not require an ID. They do not take credit cards. Sometimes you can get the Hotel Mistress to go for trade. She just sends the tricks upstairs to my room first door on the right. I have to be at this shoot by noon.  


  11. Tim Barrus: It Was Oblivious Middle of the Night It Was The Sprawling Science In the Trenches on the Benches of Dirt Bike Town

    Don’t Wake Me Up I Am A Communist I am a communist. What I do not understand – I’m stupid – is how so many writers can zoom in on this kind of socialized abuse and never bring into the dialogue that while the journalism mixed with politics has so


  12. Tim Barrus: The Night Wears On


  13. Tim Barrus: Dark Places In The Hidden

    Washing Your Hands Of It


  14. Tim Barrus: But Blinds Cover The Windows

    They drink Jack Daniels in Baton Rouge. Like Jack’s gut of memories, tightly curled, rips a demon with its sharp claws, rushing in to fill the void, there is a void in all of us, and that is the animal who knows us is us will always be us. Our…


  15. Tim Barrus: The First Time We Stole a Car Was At Night When This Trick Is Shit, Johnny

    Everyone from Dirt Bike Town gets it. No one expected to land in Dirt Bike Town. We just all fell here from the sky. It wasn’t Key West. I remember the spaceships. I thought they were fucking spaceships because they were fucking spaceships. People wanted out, but there was a…


  16. TIM BARRUS: BOTH IN SILENCE, BOTH IN NIGHT, BOTH THE WHISPERING, AND THE LEAVES

    The carnival was almost over.


  17. Tim Barrus: He Was Conscious of Sunlight


  18. Tim Barrus: First layer of four. Mainly just color to work around.


  19. Tim Barrus: All Vanishing Things And Dust


  20. Tim Barrus: A Thin Line of Wire

    There are no lights up here on my mountain. The dark is like a heavy door.  


  21. Murmurs of the Absolute

    Being lead to slaughter is always the same.


  22. No Luggage And The Headlights Give Shadows To The Snowdrifts

    At first, a rippling in the air, then wings.


  23. Tim Barrus: Beware the rubble, burnt, and narrowing.

    The thickets are darkening. It’s out there waiting in the birch trees.


  24. B4


  25. Tim Barrus: The Iron Grip of Winter