Steve sent this to me and it’s just…upsetting. And sad. And a bit infuriating. And totally icky.
Any up and coming shrinks out there looking for new clients?
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.