Tim Carmichael

Joined March 2025

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Tim is an Appalachian poet and cookbook author. He writes about rural life, family, and the places he grew up around. His poetry and essays have appeared in Beautiful and Brutal Things, his latest book.

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A Villanelle of Private Hell
I should have clasped you ere the darkness fell That single hour returns to haunt my brain And what I lost becomes my private hell
By Tim Carmichael4 months ago in Poets
Between Candle and Smoke. Top Story - October 2025.
I hold your absence like a struck match glow, Bright at the edges where my fingers burn, While darkness pools in places I can't know,
By Tim Carmichael4 months ago in Poets
The Double Edge
I conjure worlds where we could still belong, Where every word I should have said rings clear, And build cathedrals out of what went wrong,
By Tim Carmichael4 months ago in Poets
The Garden at Twilight
The roses bloom in bruises, plum and red, Their petals soft as secrets never told. Beneath the earth the roots wind through the dead,
By Tim Carmichael4 months ago in Poets
Backcountry Backpacking the Lakeshore Trail in the Smoky Mountains: A True Test of Grit
I just returned from a 3-day backpacking backcountry trip in the Smoky Mountains. For those who love the Smokies, the call of the wilderness is irresistible. Winding footpaths, hidden campsites, and the promise of solitude pull hikers deep into one of the most beloved national parks in the country. Among the network of more than 900 miles of official trails, a handful stand out as true tests of endurance and patience. The Lakeshore Trail is one of them.
By Tim Carmichael4 months ago in Wander
Shadows at Dusk
Empty swing creaks slow Footsteps circle where none walk The dusk holds its breath
By Tim Carmichael4 months ago in Poets
A Letter to the Moon
Dear Moon: You have watched kingdoms rise and fall yet tonight you feel close as if you have come only for me Your face holds oceans
By Tim Carmichael4 months ago in Poets
Beneath the Midnight Veil
I see her eyes in every midnight flame, A vision carved upon my weary mind No passing year can still the dreadful claim.
By Tim Carmichael4 months ago in Poets
The Sleepless Midnight. Runner-Up in Haunted Echoes Challenge.
Ravens stir the dusk, echoes crawl through coffin wood, midnight will not sleep.
By Tim Carmichael4 months ago in Poets
What I Cannot Undo
I turned away and now I bear the cost The choice I made returns in every breath No prayer can mend the moment that I lost
By Tim Carmichael4 months ago in Poets
A Poem of Hidden Selves and Concealed Truths
I wear a mask like flawless glass smooth and clear reflecting the world without revealing the tremor behind my eyes In the shadowed corners
By Tim Carmichael4 months ago in Poets
Crimson Whispers
Crimson whispers fall, soft breath carries gold away, silence holds the dusk.
By Tim Carmichael4 months ago in Poets