Author: TimothyX

Tim Hatch lives in a secret volcano headquarters somewhere in the South Pacific, where he controls the world economy and writes confessional poetry about his disappointing childhood.

His poetry has been published in MungBeing, East Jasmine Review, The Pacific Review, The Vehicle, Touch: The Journal Of Healing, Apeiron Review, and he is the recipient of the 2014 Felix Valdez Award.

He finds writing about himself in the third person to be an overtly seductive invitation to tell lies.

He once captured a French Eagle at Talavera.

I Miss You All

I started writing this over two years ago.  I just discovered it sitting around, under “drafts” and took a look.  It was originally titled “John Fuckin’ Harrelson,” but reading it over, it’s about all the people I’d recently lost. John

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Mythological Bureaucracy

To schedule a city inspection with Ontario, you have to call a number that only lets you leave a voicemail.  The outgoing message says to leave your address and phone number and nothing else and then beeps at you, expecting

Cream Of Broccoli Soup

I thought I’d posted this here years ago, but it turns out I gave it to a different site.  Anyway, this is a super easy recipe that takes about an hour and a half to make and is really easy

Love & Rockets

I was going to write this a couple weeks ago but getting the hour or two of free time has been difficult. And I just realized I haven’t posted anything in over ten days so I’ve decided to simply do

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Life With The Grammar Nazi

I hate pedantic motherfuckers that always correct my parts of speech, she said. I raised one eyebrow a bit and put on my best “Look at me, I’m a prick” smirk. Are you sure you don’t hate pedantic motherfuckers who

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