Mine, specifically. And to help celebrate, Howard sent me this:
I hope you have a squishy birthday that includes plenty of crisco, loganberries and a friendly goat.
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.
Nothing creates rage on the internet like sincerely enjoying something. That drives people up the fuckin’ wall.