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