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 Beautiful and Brutal Things, his latest book.

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The Machinery of Ordinary Sundays
The toaster clicks off. I freeze, mid reach, bread in hand, caught between burnt and still edible. Everything waits.
By Tim Carmichael7 months ago in Poets
The Latch Clicks
No wind, only windows breathing the fog on the panes and the chair that no one moved settled a little further into its shadow
By Tim Carmichael7 months ago in Poets
To Slip the Veil of This World
Choose a Season Wait for the time when the sky forgets its color. When the air stirs like something remembering how to move,
By Tim Carmichael7 months ago in Poets
How to Fade Like Smoke in Rain
Choose an hour when light forgets how to fall when the air carries the stillness of something left behind Speak nothing aloud
By Tim Carmichael7 months ago in Poets
The Pale Eye of Bethel Moor. Honorable Mention in Leave the Light On Challenge.
By the time I got to Bethel the sun was already gone, and the place felt cold. Nothing moved out there. Nothing grew. It wasn’t dead, more like it had stopped living. Some places just carry a kind of sadness in them, like the land itself had just given up. Bethel was one of those places.
By Tim Carmichael7 months ago in Fiction
The Art of the Unbecoming
I. Preparation of the Skin Begin at dawn, when the light slants sideways, and birds speak in riddles only trees recall. Remove your name with a bone handled knife
By Tim Carmichael7 months ago in Poets
Where the Light Touches. Winner in Light Breaks Water Challenge. Top Story - July 2025.
There is a still that comes before the hour knows its name, no silence, but something listening. The air, soft as breath against skin,
By Tim Carmichael7 months ago in Poets
The Day We Got Lost
We weren’t even trying to go anywhere just driving because the road was there and the sky was big and gas was cheap and we didn’t want to go home yet
By Tim Carmichael7 months ago in Poets
The Stranger Inside You
Last night, a stranger knocked not on my door but in my soul He wore my face but his eyes belonged to the stars
By Tim Carmichael7 months ago in Poets
Beneath My Tongue. Runner-Up in Things You Can’t Say Out Loud Challenge.
There is a temple in the back of my mouth where prayers spoil before they reach the air. I have spoken to no one of these psalms,
By Tim Carmichael7 months ago in Poets
Granny’s Hands
Granny’s hands are a gospel of their own creased like old maps that led no one astray. They speak in quiet gestures
By Tim Carmichael7 months ago in Poets
Fugue for the Distant Shallows
It begins like this: a hush carved from the edges of everything the porch railing warm from the long wait of noon, a single bee, late, drunk
By Tim Carmichael7 months ago in Poets