Tim Carmichael

Joined March 2025

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Tim is an Appalachian poet and cookbook author. He writes about rural life, family, and the places he grew up around. His poetry and essays have appeared in Beautiful and Brutal Things, his latest book.

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The Mirror Equation
Dr. Artie Thomas believed truth could be measured if only one built the right instrument. For twelve years, he chased a theorem that shimmered like a mirage at the edge of physics: parallel decoherence windows, where quantum probabilities formed thin, temporary bridges between near-identical realities. He called his invention the Aperture Array. His colleagues called it impossible.
By Tim Carmichael4 months ago in Fiction
The Last Burning
The flame consumes what once it loved Each piece of wood yields up its soul And all that was becomes the smoke That rises where no eye can see
By Tim Carmichael4 months ago in Poets
The Sleepless House
Curtains slowly sway, Though no wind disturbs the room The house dreams of me.
By Tim Carmichael4 months ago in Poets
The Reaping
The scythe swings through the field of every yesterday Each stroke a careful cutting of what grew between us I harvest all the silence where your laughter lived
By Tim Carmichael4 months ago in Poets
The Burning Life
We are as flames that feed upon the air, Consuming time as if it were our fare. Each breath we draw becomes the fuel we spend,
By Tim Carmichael4 months ago in Poets
Letter from Zona Heaster Shue
My Dearest Mother, You must forgive the coldness of my hand as I write this. The house in Greenbrier County keeps its secrets well, and I have learned that some silences are more terrible than any scream.
By Tim Carmichael4 months ago in Fiction
The Offering
Cold earth shifts beneath something pale uncurls, reaching for the moon's dead light.
By Tim Carmichael4 months ago in Poets
The Chase of Shadows
Upon the rolling plateau of thought my eyes hunt where shapes move and vanish from my reach and every step shakes with hope and fear
By Tim Carmichael4 months ago in Poets
Of a Black Cat Observed at Midnight
The creature moves as liquid shadow, poured from some celestial vessel, its form a riddle wrapped in fur. What thinkers name darkness
By Tim Carmichael4 months ago in Poets
The Sovereign Pursuit
What creature lives within the wanting mind That sets the soul to chase through trackless thought Where shadows breed their own infinities
By Tim Carmichael4 months ago in Poets
The Withered Path
Cold dew on grave moss something moves where light once fell. Crows refuse to cry.
By Tim Carmichael4 months ago in Poets
The Silent Pursuit
I step into the shadowed woods where light flickers like fractured glass and every rustle could be promise or phantom. The hunt begins not with a weapon
By Tim Carmichael4 months ago in Poets