Tim Barrus, Mr. Daniels

Irene: Jack Daniels. Danny’s. 7pm  

Tim Barrus, The Little Boxes

The whores can rent what we call one of the Little Boxes.

Tim Barrus, New York Times

People cling to their various definitions of what they think hope is. The word itself is a pornography. Deeply embedded in Homo sapien’s needy brain. It needs you to love him. It needs you to embrace him. It needs you to reason with him if it can be done. Mainly,…

Tim Barrus, Malcolm X

I went to the same Junior High School as Malcolm X. The mind alone. He was not afraid to understand the evolutionary process Homo sapiens experience as change as they age through life. Often, a change of thinking. Malcolm changed his mind all the time. This is an assett. Not…

Tim Barrus: My Cabin

Winter up here is not a joke. You can get snowed in for weeks. I was going to simply go with wood. But I broke down and bought propane. The lake is just behind the cabin. How do these crows stay warm.

Tim Barrus: We Burn Daylight

True, I speak of dreaming in the afternoon and reading out on my cabin’s tin-roof, I can stand and see the otters back again. The otters are haunted. The demented truth which cunning time assumes Say This is a cold decree rotten to the snake who lives and dies inside…

Tim Barrus: Do Not Let Them Break Your Heart

Our days there were grim. Bedrolls and the Gypsy whose someone is the cups and is after you.  

Tim Barrus: Crows Again

The best part of that trip was Waffle House.

Tim Barrus: New York Times

Poverty is the sterility of survival.

Tim Barrus: The Man Who Would Be a Box

Everyone I have ever met all around the entire planet lives in a fucking box. Time will take you out. Cups carried bends in the plan. I put his fingers in my mouth and warm spit and I sucked this life on the outside sings like the bike is all…

Tim Barrus: The Memory Box Is Empty

The Memory Box just like the dinosaurs gave way to the nuance of the unhinged.

Tim Barrus: New York Times

So. Exactly where is the money coming from that supposedly saves the lives of the fetal unborn. The sacred sludge of a couple of cellular monstrosities. No one will support these kids. The cracks they normally fall into are this time way, way apart. There will be no resolution. It’s…

Tim Barrus: The New York Times

The conservatives use Foster Care to point out that if you break the law, the cops arrive to take your kids. Cops follow orders no matter what. “It’s our job.” Fuck your job, and fuck you. Gay men AND children (I did not say with) should look very hard at…

Tim Barrus: High As Any Other Reno Whore

We have fallen asleep between between our tonges continued to the beaten grounds of stir.

Tim Barrus: Burned At The Stake

Some people are ticking, and ticking, and just ticking away their time. Some people are burning through it even as their eyes glare back a ravashing emptiness dry as sorrow in the summer.

TimBarrus: WhatIsSurvivalAnywayAnd WhereIsItIsItHopelessness

Even The Old House Had A Second Self 

Tim Barrus: Call Survival What It Is

I grew up in a cabin and I am not the rich boy – let us say cast into caste – that Wikipedia says I am. The idea is a contempt symbolized by the discussions on Wikipedia as to how they would get me. I do wonder what the people…

Tim Barrus: New York Times

I Should Begin With Synopsis. But No. We know this: America seems to want our death. I have always lived with that, and it is not dissimilar to living with nuclear inevitability. I am autistic. A high functioning autistic. I will not tolerate any Homo sapiens with their various and…

Tim Barrus: New York Times

There’s A Lot Behind the Eyes That lot is a lot lot. I get so frustrated with myself for writing in metaphors. What I write and what I think are two very different things. They shouldn’t be. But they are. I work. Intuitively. I wish I didn’t. I am never…

Tim Barrus, New York Times

For months, I was the one who fished all day in that small aluminum boat – bringing home the protein – fish, I was seven-years-old. Does that sound like – even a middle class – thing rich kids, any kids, kids with bling, kids with guns, something kids with laser…

Tim Barrus: New York Times

I am a communist. The issue is not grief. The issue is survival. Ask anyone with HIV. I do not know homo sapiens who have time for grief. We are too busy with our widgets. Building them. Eating them. Sleeping among them. Breeding them. Surrendering them. Widgets. Fake widgets. Big…

Tim Barrus: Some Creative Misfits Get It

Some odd creative types construct their own reality. Not too much gets through.

Tim Barrus: Carry Your Helmet

The bike was my only transportation. When I was not on the bike, I carried my helmet. Pretty much everywhere. Often, my autism prevents me from understanding what you are talking about. Your way of seeing the world is not the world I know or see. I won’t know what…

Tim Barrus, Publishing and Me

I just sent this to a literary agency. Because I love publishing. Actually, I love books. I owe you an apology. I’m on Facebook, but I never see it. I don’t want to see it. So I saw this agency on Twitter. Apparently on Facebook, if you hit return the…

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