Shit & Stuff

I really wanted to post something new over the weekend, but someone went and designated fucking half of it to mothers for some goddamn reason.  So instead, I’m posting a link to something I wrote for MungBeing a couple years back.  If you wind up going there, you should check out the new issue, it’s pretty damn good.  And now, I’m off to pursue excellence in the art of 100-level-English-class research papers.  Huzzah, bitches!

About

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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