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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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 Carmichaelabout an hour 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 Carmichaela day 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 Carmichael2 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 Carmichael3 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 Carmichael3 days ago in Poets
The Long Dreaming
This poem is about human consciousness and the fact that we move through time without fully understanding it. ⭐✨🌟 Each day we wake, live for a number of hours,
By Tim Carmichael4 days ago in Poets
The One Obligation
I Am Telling You Directly About the Self. ⚖️ I am speaking to you about the fact of your own mind, not the idea of it but the actual thing operating inside you right now,
By Tim Carmichael4 days ago in Poets
Counsel of Appalachia
There is a land where ancient ridges, standing, have watched the centuries pass like morning rain, where God seemed more than ordinarily commanding
By Tim Carmichael5 days ago in Poets
The Well
old well, no bucket a frog jumps in anyway the sound of water Did you know that Matsuo Bashō (and other masters) didn't have to follow the form of a Haiku at all, it's a Haiku *because* they wrote it.
By Tim Carmichael5 days ago in Poets
Ode to Belize
By the blue and boundless water, where the sun burns bright and free, Lies a land of ancient wonders, cradled soft by Caribbean Sea.
By Tim Carmichael5 days ago in Poets
The Sun Over the Hollers
The sun spills over the hills like a broken jar of honey, staining the world in a bright, sudden glow. The heavy sleep of the land is over.
By Tim Carmichael6 days ago in Poets
The Kettle
Water hits the cup Steam lifts, swirls, and disappears The cup has not moved
By Tim Carmichael7 days ago in Poets