Tim Carmichael

Joined March 2025

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I am an Appalachian poet and cookbook author. I write about rural life, family, and the places I grew up around. My poetry and essays have appeared in Beautiful and Brutal Things, My latest book. Check it out on Amazon

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The Vexed Hunter of the Mind
O, Intellect, pure Flame and vital Breath! From what cold Chaos dost thou now retreat? Thou art the quarry I pursue to death,
By Tim Carmichael4 months ago in Poets
The Hollowing Season
Crimson leaves fracture beneath the wind, their edges brittle with frost still shivering. The sun bows early, a reluctant sentinel,
By Tim Carmichael4 months ago in Poets
Why I High-Fived a Squirrel This Morning. Top Story - November 2025.
So, there I was, walking to get the mail, and this squirrel just NAILED a jump between two trees. I'm talking Olympic level athleticism here.
By Tim Carmichael4 months ago in Critique
Opioids in the Holler
We been huntin a long while now Not for deer or bear for somethin smaller somethin that gets inside a person and won’t let go
By Tim Carmichael4 months ago in Poets
The Architecture of Want
I've been hunting truth through these tangled woods for years, following its prints in the half light of almost understanding,
By Tim Carmichael5 months ago in Poets
The Map of the Holler
Some maps are drawn on paper and some are drawn in memory. The first kind shows you how to get from one place to another. The second shows you who you are and where you come from. The holler where I grew up never appeared in an atlas, though it shaped every turn of my life.
By Tim Carmichael5 months ago in Humans
The Seeking
I hunt the seeker, the restless one who rises in darkness, Who moves through the world with eyes open and heart ablaze, Who follows the call of something essential, something necessary,
By Tim Carmichael5 months ago in Poets
The Last Fire's Philosophy
A Contemplation Upon Flame's Final Hour When fire forgets its rage and settles low The coals confess what flame would never know
By Tim Carmichael5 months ago in Poets
The Hunt for Sense
Every day I hunt for the source of it, the why beneath the hate. I hunt it through rallies where they scream at trans children,
By Tim Carmichael5 months ago in Poets
The Gathered Estate
What heavy sweetness fills the basket worn Each berry stains my fingers dark with proof That summer yields her treasures to be torn
By Tim Carmichael5 months ago in Poets
The Cold Air
A chill above my head The quiet room does not breathe Something just moved close
By Tim Carmichael5 months ago in Poets
The Living Trunk
The soil remembers every seed that fell before my coming, each root winding through darkness seeking water. 🌱 My ancestors are minerals
By Tim Carmichael5 months ago in Poets