Tim Carmichael
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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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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 Carmichael7 days 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 dull 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 Carmichael9 days ago in Fiction
The Meridian at Founders' Ridge
The sign at the entrance was tasteful, navy lettering on cream stock, the font the sort that suggested old money had always been there, like a geological feature. The Meridian at Founders' Ridge: A Curated Community for Patriot Families. Below it, in smaller text: By Appointment or Open House. Today: 1 to 4 PM.
By Tim Carmichael9 days ago in Fiction
The Library of Possible Prefaces
If you have come this far, you have already made a mistake. The library does not let you know you are there. It appears between a tobacconist and a shop that sells umbrellas, in a city whose name I will not give you, because the name of a city is the end of a city, and this city has not yet decided what it is.
By Tim Carmichael11 days ago in Fiction
