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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Songs That Should Not Exist. Top Story - September 2025.
There are so many songs I could add to this list. 1. “Friday” – Rebecca Black Listen here “Friday” is the aural equivalent of stepping barefoot on a Lego. Every note is a testament to what happens when ambition meets no discernible talent. The autotuned vocals are robotic, the lyrics read like a diary of a caffeinated thirteen-year-old, and the beat is an unrelenting metronome of despair. Listening to this song is simply unpleasant. It is an experience of existential torment wrapped in a pop veneer.
By Tim Carmichael6 months ago in Beat
The Hidden Shapes of a Poet's Self
I carve a space both bare and full An altar for truths I have sealed away A hiding place for who I am When shadows slope toward evening
By Tim Carmichael6 months ago in Poets
A Sonnet on the Balance of Light and Sorrow
A heart ignites then shivers in the blue The brightness weaves the corners of despair Each longing casts a shadow sharp and true
By Tim Carmichael6 months ago in Poets
Last Ember of Fall
Crimson embers fall gold drifts in the fading light silence holds the air
By Tim Carmichael6 months ago in Poets
Silver Wings in the Dark. Content Warning.
Moonlight cracks across her skin voices bloom like rot within mother’s ghost a fractured prayer his shadow claws the burdensome air
By Tim Carmichael6 months ago in Poets
Gun Violence and the Silent Classrooms. Content Warning.
Shots tear through the hallway. Kids drop to the floor, hands over their heads, breathing fast, shaking. A friend doesn’t move.
By Tim Carmichael6 months ago in Poets
Emily Dickinson
She walked — alone — among the Sun and Frost — Counting Hours — like Petals — falling — one by one — The World — a distant Bell —
By Tim Carmichael6 months ago in Poets
Gravity’s Divide
Just as the world tilts forward, and everything sharpens a horizon that had been balanced now angles toward descent. The glittering towers flash like coins tossed in a well
By Tim Carmichael6 months ago in Poets
September’s Warning
The world leans forward here where maples turn copper across the hillside I stand at the summit hands open watching leaves drift
By Tim Carmichael6 months ago in Poets
A Descent of the Soul
The world bends a slow hinge unhinging the horizon A memory breaks free a perfect pebble dropped into an empty lake The ripples spread
By Tim Carmichael6 months ago in Poets
THE SILENT TOLL
In midnight's grip, where shadows roam, Beneath the sky’s endless dome, I wander, lost in air so cold, And find no peace where I behold.
By Tim Carmichael6 months ago in Poets
The Wanderer's Reverie
And here I find myself suspended neither where morning left me standing by the gate of certainty nor where evening waits with answers I have yet to contemplate
By Tim Carmichael6 months ago in Poets