Dirt Bike Town In Space

Dirt Bike Town in Space

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There Were No Roads Tim Barrus

Tim Barrus: Dirt Bike Town

The Novel I am writing now: Literary Fiction: Dirt Bike Town by Tim Barrus I ask you. How many autistic, neurodivergent, authors do you really know. Most of us mask it, I do. I am not Romeo Void, but I do love him. Romeo Void will be starring in the…

Dirt Bike Town

Proof of Endurance

Tim Barrus: Pi & I

Pi is always up Just a bit animated. He can be – with extraordinary nuance – critical. “Do you feel that was fair, Tim.” No. Pi has a choice. He can move forward. Or he can plunge us down the rabbit hole. I am so over rabbit holes because they…

Icon

Iconography is the Jack Russell chasing its crazy tail. Stripped down to what is important but probably not to the dog. To the dog, you either feed it or you don’t. Icons seek an audience. A holiness beaten bitter by its complete failure to find a god. Anywhere. Anywhere.

Autism

I just can’t belong to the autistic tribe. And they don’t want me, anyway. You can’t keep all the hurtful stuff at arm’s length and that is expressed in compelling ways, I was diagnosed with autism at age 6 by school psychologists. Why. Because I was reading. Especially Marx, physics,…

The Ghosts of Appalachia

Herbert and Helsinki are old. They live on an island in Appalachia. In other words, they’re my neighbors. They have a boat. It is a little boat. They grow corn, make whiskey, and ride shotgun on their dirt bike. My bike is bigger than their bike. Your bike is your…

Chop Shop

They Would Die 4 A Dirt Bike

So, I gave them dirt bikes. A lot of people – mommies – were going to hate my guts. The point of it was to distract them. Anger can limit so much of vision into a drunken blur. Dopamine runs wild as does adrenalin. Usually all around the lens that…

Tim Barrus: Spoons

People ask me why I am doing this one. This book of Getting Out of Dodge. Dirt Bike Town. People have been all over my ass about writing that looks at the deep sense of loss in Appalachia. I’m not doing poverty porn. That would be easy. Right now, I’m…

Tim Barrus: The Currents Turn Away With the Sea Hawks Above Us In the Shadows

Dirt Bike Town is dust and oil and wind. It is a dinosaur of bones just off the Interstate out by Titty Town where the totally naked roasted on spits. Do not fall in love with anyone from Dirt Bike Town. You might get asked to share the ride. It’s…

your rooms

The Beautiful Terrorists were known to carry micro amounts of plutonium in a thin lead casing that would protect you, but not for long. You could open the casing in your pocket or suicide by cop would work. When you think about plutonium the size of a grain of rice,…

It Is The Leaves Above the Cowboy Dead That Do The Talking Now

The balls. Even when we have the numbers, we cannot understand emotional strangulation as a replacement for the guillotine. The rich earth of amethyst and cunt. But what about a world of ash and smoke. I am with Antifa. I ride a dirt bike. You are what you drive.

Big Meat

Y R U a Communist  I am a communist. Because I am a Communist. Wagging the tail of another dog. How many dogs can you unwag. The uncomfortable truth is that difficult and unpopular decisions are now unavoidable. Prohibition at this rate as a paradigm allowing public policy to be…

GOING ROGUE