The Accomodator

In an off-color and wholly inappropriate follow-up to that last post, I just want to say that as much as I love my wife, I could never love *anyone* enough to wear this ridiculous fucking thing.

This will be the last time I write about any current event – personal or political – for a little while.  I have other things inside me that need to get out into the open.


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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