I grew up on a chicken farm down Old Mill Road in Ridgeway Virginia where Mommy brought up us six kids and Daddy raised fighting roosters.
What is the greatest thing about the place you call home?
Not a lot has changed in Ridgeway since I left for the Army in 1967. My two brothers and one of my three sisters still live on the sixty-acre homestead. A couple of days after I go back each time from our west coast town of University Place Washington it seems like I never left Old Mill Road at all. The pace of life is different and the bad news of the world is someplace else.
What turns you on creatively?
Images picked for stories, poetry, or prose, worth more than a thousand words, by editors who really read the words, understand the author and marry them with the perfect picture to share with the world in publications like here in SPILLWORDS PRESS, LITERARY YARD, YOUR DAILY POEM, and HIGHLAND PARK POETS.
What is your favorite word, and can you use it in a poetic sentence?
Not a favorite word, but a group of words, an idiom. I enjoy changing a familiar expression like, “I just had a senior moment” into a meaning of my own.
Her senior moment, as she explains, is not forgetting, but remembering. Now I have them, a visit back, a reminder, like it was yesterday.
My senior moment begins while I watch the young mother as she herds her six children, three boys, and three girls, up the stairs to the old brick church.
What is your pet peeve?
1 of my pet peeves is
2 number stanzas in a poem
3 or more stanzas long
4 no apparent purpose unless
5-year-old listeners or
6-year-old readers can’t follow
9 out of
What defines Carl “Papa” Palmer?
I am Papa to five grandchildren.
My daughter has two daughters
each name begins with “A”
Alexis and Aundrea
My son has three sons
each name begins with “B”
Brady, Beckett and Brett
They are my poetry, my poems, they make me a poet.
Carl “Papa” Palmer of Old Mill Road in Ridgeway, Virginia, lives in University Place, Washington. He is retired from the military and Federal Aviation Administration (FAA) enjoying life as “Papa” to his grand descendants and being a Franciscan Hospice volunteer. PAPA’s MOTTO: Long Weekends Forever!