Photo of Carl Palmer

(Photo of Carl Palmer)



Celebrity Celibacy


Her laptop sits upon my pillow,

poems covering my side of our bed.


Jazz escapes her earphones as I lean 

in for a quick peck on my cheek.


Her eyes return to her writings 

as I exit unmissed to the den.


This same scene, nine months of 

nights, sleeping on the couch.


I hold myself to blame, begged

her to come, read for open mike 


and she loved it. Her first reading 

wowed the audience, read again, 


became a regular, joined poetry

groups, found her voice,


was asked to be the featured reader, 

wrote more, read more, published, 


working on her second collection,

poems covering my side of our bed.





I scored the touchdown


Even though it was a perfect pass

Right in my hands

Nonetheless I scored the touchdown


The offense line blocked the rushers

Leaving me wide open

But I scored the touchdown


Not my first touchdown ever

Not even my first in this game

Regardless I scored the touchdown


My touchdown dance was so perfect

I got a flag and six figure fine

Oh well I scored the touchdown


It resulted in a fifteen yard penalty

Ultimately cost us the game

Too bad I scored the touchdown



Carl Palmer


Bio:  Carl "Papa" Palmer of Old Mill Road in Ridgeway, VA now lives in University Place, WA.   He is retired military, retired FAA and now just plain retired without wristwatch, cell phone, alarm clock or Facebook friend. Carl, Hospice volunteer and president of The Tacoma Writers Club, is a Pushcart Prize and Micro Award nominee.  No personal website, but you can Google: Carl Papa Palmer to read more of his poetry and prose.  MOTTO: Long Weekends Forever.