Tim Carmichael

Joined March 2025

248 stories

Bio

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 👇

https://a.co/d/537XqhW

Achievements (17)

Stories (248)

Filter by community

Sort by (Optional)

Lit Beyond Chains
They told us God made man from dust and we said yes, and look what dust became when it defied the shape of the mold. Dust became the one thing they couldn't sweep away.
By Tim Carmichaelabout 12 hours ago in Pride
Foraging Appalachia’s Wild Edibles
It's that time of year again and Appalachia offers a remarkable abundance for anyone willing to learn its seasonal gifts and practice careful gathering. Across ridges, holler's, stream-side's, and meadows, edible plants, berries, roots, and fungi appear through every part of year. Knowledge is key and teaches not only what can be eaten, but also how to gather with respect so that these resources remain available far into future.
By Tim Carmichaelabout 14 hours ago in Feast
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 Carmichael4 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 Carmichael4 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 Carmichael6 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 Carmichael6 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 Carmichael7 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 Carmichael7 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 Carmichael8 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 Carmichael8 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 Carmichael9 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 Carmichael11 days ago in History