I have something half-way written that I’d hoped to finish up but this is turning out to be a shit day and it’s only lunchtime.  That said, as bad a day as I’m having, at least I haven’t just stumbled upon Angry Rape Bear in the middle of nowhere:

And now, back to The Stupid.


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.

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