Tim Barrus Blog
Posts tagged with appalachian-poetry
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ferris wheel of rust
we were insomniacs who played on an abandoned ferris wheel whose pendulum in appalachian rain was one blind eye and sullen just like you and weary where your skin leaked raw and your bones in the dark were soup inside your nerves to be so high such as we were…
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Ginger’s Pasture
when old ned died, we had to drag the horse’s body with a tractor to a pit i had spent a day digging/ i had loved that horse, and could not shake the feeling that we were hurting him by dragging his dead weight with a rope tied around his…