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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Forgiveness at the Grave
I stood before your grave, fresh earth still raw where they laid you down, years of anger heavy in my chest, memories sharp as broken glass!
By Tim Carmichael17 days ago in Poets
Moonlight Man Within
Through the velvet stretch of night, the moon hangs, a luminous orb, casting its glow upon dreams, inviting us to seek the man within.
By Tim Carmichael17 days ago in Poets
The Last Bite
Dad brought home extra meat and said it was cheap. It tasted fine, just sweeter than usual. A week later, missing posters went up. Last night, I found a fingernail in my steak. I heard footsteps upstairs, and he whispered, “Did you finish everything on your plate?”
By Tim Carmichael19 days ago in Writers
Climbing Kuwohi Alone
All morning I climbed through oaks, losing count of myself. Somewhere below, a voice I used to trust had said this would help.
By Tim Carmichael19 days ago in Poets
Fading Grace
How strange to wake and find the world still here, the morning patient as it always was, with mist dissolving gently from the hills
By Tim Carmichael20 days ago in Poets
Come, Sit With Me Awhile
Come, sit with me awhile. Tell me who you are. Tell me what broke you open and what grew there afterward. ✨ I have time.
By Tim Carmichael20 days ago in Poets
The Luck We Find
They say the luck is in the clover, the fourth leaf hiding from the rest, but I have found it spread wide over the ordinary world and blessed.
By Tim Carmichael21 days ago in Poets
Where Papaw Walked
I walk the old path along the ridge where my papaw once walked. 🌿 I came here first as a child, small enough that the hill felt wide and the climb long.
By Tim Carmichael22 days ago in Poets
Where Life Abides
How brief and yet how sovereign is our stay upon this turning earth, where mortal creatures rise at golden dawn and marvel at abundance everywhere.
By Tim Carmichael23 days ago in Poets
Aunt Sophie Campbell, A Smoky Mountain Legend in Appalachia
In the heart of the Great Smoky Mountains lived a woman whose legacy endured long after her passing, a woman who embodied the spirit of rugged ridges, mountain folklore, and genuine hospitality. Her name was Aunt Sophie Campbell, one of the most beloved figures in the region. Known for talent, warmth, and resilience, Aunt Sophie became a true Smoky Mountain legend.
By Tim Carmichael24 days ago in History
The Living Hour
What marvel is this beating within my body! What rapture pulses through these mortal limbs, this flesh that walks, that speaks, that loves, that knows
By Tim Carmichael24 days ago in Poets
The Captive Heart
My heart is locked in sorrow's tower tall, Where neither sun nor moon may shed its grace, And Fortune turns her ever gilded face
By Tim Carmichael25 days ago in Poets