Footsteps behind me
I turn to find the hallway
empty, still breathing
About the Creator
Tim Carmichael
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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Worth the Wait: Puerto Viejo, Costa Rica
Beach bumming in a small Caribbean beach town sounded like a perfect way to end our 6-month trip through Mexico and Central America. Or so we thought. The foul, fishy stench of rotten seaweed hit our nostrils as we stepped from the cramped bus and looked out at a rather depressing, empty, and underwhelming black sand beach. It was pouring with rain, and we had to quickly fish out our ponchos. We thought, this couldn’t be it, could it?
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Comments (3)
I love how you evoke dread with so few words. The contrast between the expected and the empty space creates a lingering chill.
Amazing work! This one has the power to make your heart skip a beat. Go Tim! 💪🏾🎉
Chilling. Powerful haiku, Tim.