Twilight Poem, Marin Poetry Festival

I am not a Twilight fan. I notice that Twilight is creeping into my students’ poems. So I decided for poetry month to write one of my own. Yes, it’s supposed to be funny.

The Problem with Twilight

She looks at him and thinks
I am worth more dead

He looks at her and thinks
what’s for dinner

In other news, I got to go to at least part of the Marin Poetry Festival, though it was in the least handicapped-accessible venue I’ve ever seen – to make it to this ampitheatre in the woods, you had to climb down a steep, rocky, rooty, unpaved hill. Neat! I felt sorry for all the poor elderly women with walkers (way to to think of others, poetry festival organizers – at least half the crowd was over 65) and thankful for Glenn and Natasha’s help navigating (using my pink cane. I’m now to the cane phase of my two-bad-ankle-injury recovery, by the way. Our of the wheelchair for the most part. Yay!)
It was set in a quite beautiful park, with a wide stream and under the shade of giant evergreens in the Old Mill Park. I had never been to the town of Old Mill before, which was quaint and cute with lots of weirdly upscale shopping and I want to go back and visit later. I got to see J.P. Dancing Bear (of American Poetry Journal and Dream Horse Press) and C.J. Sage (of the National Poetry Review) read and that was a lot of fun. I also got to catch up with poet-friend Natasha Moni, who is currently training for medical school, because being a poet isn’t enough, she also wants to be a doctor. Some people! 🙂