Tim Carmichael
Bio
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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Morning Transit
Rain beads on mailbox a truck idles at the curb one envelope slips
By Tim Carmichaelabout 16 hours ago in Poets
The Slug
a slug moves across the flat rock leaving a thin wet line behind it
By Tim Carmichaelabout 17 hours ago in Poets
The Drawing Room Tide
The tea service was laid out with the precision of a surgical tray. Mrs. Gable adjusted the silver tongs by a fraction of an inch, ensuring they were perfectly parallel to the edge of the mahogany table. Sunlight streamed through the bay window, illuminating the dust motes dancing in the air and the thick, viscous pool of dark, brackish water that covered the entire floor of the drawing room to a depth of four inches.
By Tim Carmichaela day ago in Fiction
The Language of Absence
The stovetop ticked as the burner cooled, a rhythmic, cooling sound that bit into the silence of the kitchen. John didn’t move. He sat at the pine table, his fingers tracing the wood grain, waiting. He watched the steam curl toward the ceiling, a white plume turning grey in the dim morning light. Only when the heat had settled into a low, radiating warmth did his daughter, Mara, enter the room.
By Tim Carmichael4 days ago in Fiction
