Tim Barrus Photography

Blond Photographer

shoplifting

you could take it into public      on the night of a mission saving the world was like      shoplifting with stuff shoved down our pants next to our      balls they could search us but they knew we would      blackmail them and blackmailing adults who      wanted to touch us we dared them…

Going Rogue

A great sadness descended from the irony of midnight’s abyss not unlike red dust storms made you dream of rivers and the solitude of rivers and the river’s edge of sound and wounds and fatal roads and going away.

BOLIVIA

Dirt Bikes. La Paz.

StrangleHigh

in those last moments, hands quickened around your neck, running dry, you who begged him/ to turn it all off, veiled, his eyes a salt-rinsed brown, you, giving way to the yellow skies of blackness, he’s doing what you asked for, now, you need to let this lost dog go/ 

You Are Over Your Head

your hair and shampoo and open the windows you have been thinking again and let me lick the lemon from your hands we will drink gin tonight and laugh at all the wounds we ever had and wonder how it is we dream of one of us is the other…

WHAT DOES THE PHOTOGRAPHER OWE THE DEAD

I have been taking photographs for sixty years. It’s a blur. During that time, some of the people I have taken pictures of have died. Car crashes. Suicide. AIDS. Cancer. Covid. Cardiac arrest. The list goes on. Some of the photographs of these people were taken while they were children.…

We Should Love Love Love Every Cop In Fucking America

Just to prove to the cops that we love them love them love them we should line up all our childrem and turn our children around to face the wall so the cops could shoot them in the back and kill them and handcuff their corpses to cop cars so…

Prepare For Blood In The Streets

I would never ever ever never never never even suggest that America is facing civil war. I would never ever ever ever never never in any way share or form advocate for such a bad bad bad bad naughty thing. I want peace and love and piece and love and…

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pushing inside you

i would push you up against the tree/ you asked me to please push you up against the tree/ especially in the sodden rain/ you were like a watermark/ all the delicate debris of life/ the smell of your shit and sweat/ the weather never really mattered/ your insides were…

Our Travel Plans Got Dark

your dreams lurked about the woods risking barbed wire fences that tore our shirts and once my right tit/ i still have that scar/ i do not know why i thought of it as your tree but i did/ mainly because you put a claim on it in much the…

What the Selfie Really Is

The selfie is just another tool in the repertoir of mating behavior that reminds the person who is the subject of the selfie that they are real. A selfie is a take on verisimilitude in that the subject understands that this image is of him and yet there’s more where…

Your Hand is Speaking to the Sun

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what subservience demands

asylum/ we seek asylum/ this strange life keeps peeling from our sin/ our fall from grace, our searching for asylum as an act of war/ the sea and suffering/ our only poetry speaks of resistance to whatever subservience demands/ https://timbarrus.tumblr.com

where nothing moves to chase the sea

the only noise from him is an almost breathing/ an almost punishing sunlight swarming/ where nothing moves to chase the sea/ https://timbarrus.tumblr.com

a quiet emptiness

the rut of emptiness up to the broken hills/ ravages without variety amid the timid spilling of the stars at night/ clicking with the crickets all the sad way to a parking lot/ https://timbarrus.tumblr.com

And There Was the Turning of the Earth

the various cures that evade us — temporarily — are always seen as impermanent as his tongue inside my mouth and the tower was your eyes gone wrong/ what is evident is that we are dust as well/ the sun from another state was the way you turned in bed/…

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Appalachia Town

The county fairs in Appalachia are important events. Mainly because they are often the only time during the year that everyone is having fun (and food). So much fun, in fact, it’s spontaneous, and people are apt to put old grudges, feuds, disagreements, arguments, and politics away. For a time.

Appalachian General

the appalchian sky made cheap as if standstill was attracted to a fading sun and the miles of parking lots scattered once again like the dead chain of emptying pilgrim souls who have arrived in the lower reaches of the hollows from the civilized east burning wood for warmth https://twitter.com/timbarrus

Some Monsters Are Real

Rogue Photographer

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gas and groceries

this is where we used to go to buy groceries like beef jerky on the gas credit card https://twitter.com/timbarrus