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 Bloodroot and Coal Dust, his latest book.

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The Unfinished Goodbye
In shadows cast by dreams that softly fade, The traces of your laughter haunt my mind, A hush in the night, where love once played.
By Tim Carmichaelabout a month ago in Poets
The Ghosted Name
Where shadows bloom by thoughts that won’t let go, I chase the traces of a ghosted name, A haunting ache that time cannot outgrow.
By Tim Carmichaelabout a month ago in Poets
Root-borne Ascension
In the silence of dawn, where shadows linger, roots stretch deep, entwined with earth’s embrace, each fiber a story, each tendril a memory,
By Tim Carmichaelabout a month ago in Poets
Scorched Reckoning
In the heart of the dry season, embers spark, flickering disdain, like tremors of discontent igniting the cool air, a breath that swells,
By Tim Carmichaelabout a month ago in Poets
The Grand Encore of Silliness
In a world where socks go missing, and cats plot their reign, let’s embark on a quest for laughter, with silliness as our chain.
By Tim Carmichaelabout a month ago in Poets
Rooting for Trouble
My roots are a tangle of questionable choices: Grandma’s meatloaf recipe (mayonnaise? Yes, but why?) Dad’s fondness for dad jokes
By Tim Carmichaelabout a month ago in Poets
After the Last Flame
In the hearth of dusk, sparks curl like forgotten dreams, as the bold blaze of yesterday’s promise sinks into a calm surrender.
By Tim Carmichaelabout a month ago in Poets
When We Were Flame
We were always the spark, a brief, bright defiance against the unlit hush of before. Our laughter was flint striking stone,
By Tim Carmichaelabout a month ago in Poets
Fertile Ground
In the gentle embrace of earth, my foundation runs deep below, roots of history intertwine with the steadfast strength of purpose,
By Tim Carmichaelabout a month ago in Poets
Nights of Pale Regret
In shadows cast by nights of pale regret, We weave our dreams where silence dares to tread, A haunting trace that we can’t forget.
By Tim Carmichaelabout a month ago in Poets
Roots and Sky
In the silent embrace of the earth, where the soil cradles the sounds of my ancestors, I find my roots, tangled yet strong,
By Tim Carmichael2 months ago in Poets
Hunger After Hunger
I want to tell you it begins with lightning or a visitation, some clean bolt of knowing. It begins with irritation, with restlessness,
By Tim Carmichael2 months ago in Poets