Tim Carmichael
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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 Solitude and the Discipline of Poet Sylvia Plath
People have looked at Sylvia Plath in a warped way for a long time. More often than not, she’s seen as a tragic figure instead of as a serious author. For decades, popular imagination has stuck to the image of the suicidal, confessional poet, pouring her pain onto the page. But if you dig into the archives, her drafts, her letters, lecture notes, her marked-up books, a different picture starts to form. What you see is a sharp, self-driven writer who knew that imagination alone wasn’t enough. She understood that inspiration comes when habit and intellect meet. If you go to the Lilly Library at Indiana University, where her calendars and notebooks are stored, you don’t find chaos. You find a careful, professional writer.
By Tim Carmichael7 months ago in History
At Last
The night we met, At Last by Etta James played overhead. We were at Mellow Mushroom, having dinner and getting to know each other. When that song came on, something about it felt too perfect. We both noticed. I guess to other's it was background noise, but to me it felt like a moment. Almost like it was saying what we hadn’t yet: At last, my love has finally come along.
By Tim Carmichael7 months ago in Writers
The Trial of Madame Claire Martin (Le Défenseur! an unofficial challenge)
They called her Madame Martin. The woman in the defendant’s chair had not moved once in forty minutes. She wore a grey dress, pressed to perfection. She looked like a woman waiting for a train.
By Tim Carmichael7 months ago in Fiction
The True Story of Sam. Runner-Up in You Were Never Really Here Challenge.
I met him the summer I turned seven. Down by the creek where I used to play on my grandparent's farm. He waited behind the toolshed. He told me his name was Sam, and he told me that like he wasn’t sure it still was.
By Tim Carmichael7 months ago in Fiction
