Tim Carmichael

Joined March 2025

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I’m a firm believer life is messy, beautiful, and too short, which is why I write poems full of heart and humor. I am an Appalachian poet and cookbook author. My book Beautiful and Brutal Things is on Amazon, Link 👇

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Villanelle: The Burial at Midnight
I buried something breathing in the ground, The dead should sleep, but this makes not a sound. And heard it scratching upward through the clay.
By Tim Carmichael6 months ago in Poets
All That Reaches Back
My roots are my grandmother's kitchen, the smell of bread rising at dawn, her hands kneading patience into flour, teaching me that some things cannot be rushed.
By Tim Carmichael6 months ago in Poets
The Empty Hallway
Footsteps behind me I turn to find the hallway empty, still breathing
By Tim Carmichael6 months ago in Poets
After the Burning
We gather around what remains embers breathing their final orange heat retreating into memory All night we fed this hunger
By Tim Carmichael6 months ago in Poets
The Casket Trembles
Casket sealed too tight, something scratches from within, my blood freezes still.
By Tim Carmichael6 months ago in Poets
The Lantern by the Door. Winner in Lantern Light Challenge.
My father's lantern, dented on one side from when it fell that winter crossing back, hung every night beside the kitchen door.
By Tim Carmichael6 months ago in Poets
A Song of the Seeker's Way
I have wandered the long paths asking, and asking Through cities teeming with ten thousand voices Across prairies where wildlife share secrets to the wind
By Tim Carmichael6 months ago in Poets
The Masque of Inward Glass
What counterfeit doth greet the mornings eye What practiced smile what measured tone of voice We dress ourselves in half-truths and thereby
By Tim Carmichael6 months ago in Poets
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 Carmichael6 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 Carmichael6 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 Carmichael6 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 Carmichael6 months ago in Poets