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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The Alchemy of Words
In the dawn of creation, words unfurl like ribbons, each syllable a brushstroke, painting the mind with thoughts that swirl and spiral,
By Tim Carmichael3 months ago in Poets
Winter Hearth
Logs crackle softly, Light dances in frosty dark, A cozy world wakes.
By Tim Carmichael3 months ago in Poets
Midnight Phantoms
In the shadows of the mind's abyss, where phantoms dance on brittle dreams, the night unfurls its tattered wings, wrapping the world in a shroud of longing.
By Tim Carmichael3 months ago in Poets
Beneath Familiar Ground
Effective immediately, Everyone is advised to proceed with caution. The path ahead is uneven, marked by unseen fractures beneath familiar ground.
By Tim Carmichael3 months ago in Poets
The Crossing. Honorable Mention in Nothing But Voices Challenge.
"I heard you were back in town. Saw your brother at the market yesterday and he told me you'd come through the mountains on Tuesday."
By Tim Carmichael3 months ago in Fiction
Thaw
Hands around hot tea steam curls between my fingers, melting the winter.
By Tim Carmichael3 months ago in Poets
Happy Holidays to All
Wishing everyone a very Happy Christmas! May your day be filled with love, laughter, and joy with family and friends. To those celebrating Hanukkah, I hope your festival of lights has been bright, meaningful, and full of happiness.
By Tim Carmichael3 months ago in Writers
The Last Appointment
"You're early." "The traffic was better than I expected." "It's always better on Thursdays. People work from home now." "Right. Yeah."
By Tim Carmichael3 months ago in Fiction
The Bureau of Emotional Regulation
Effective immediately the proximity of joy is now restricted laughter, once welcomed, is now considered a risk Please refrain from joyfulness
By Tim Carmichael3 months ago in Poets
When the Dead Dance at Midnight
The zombies arrived during the wedding reception, which struck me as poor timing even by apocalypse standards. I had been watching Charlotte from across the pavilion, my ex-fiancée in her bridesmaid dress, laughing at something the groom said. Three years since she left me. Three years since I learned you could love someone completely while they felt nothing similar in return. The wound had mostly healed, I thought, until I saw her again tonight.
By Tim Carmichael3 months ago in Fiction
How to Summon Wonder
First, forget what you came for. Let your errand dissolve like sugar in the back of your mind. You are now officially lost, though only a little.
By Tim Carmichael3 months ago in Poets
Wings at Dawn
On the longest night, the shortest day, When shadows stretch and linger long, You earned your wings at break of dawn, The world grew still, then sang your song.
By Tim Carmichael3 months ago in Poets