Jeff Cottrill

@jeffcottrill.bsky.social

Jeff Cottrill is a novelist, Pushcart Prize-nominated poet, journalist and spoken-word artist based in Toronto.

Poems in Yvonne Blomer’s third, water-focused anthology exemplify sublime as both verb and adjective. Date: Wednesday, September 16, 6PM - 8:PM Location: Gallery Room, Britannia Library, 1661 Napier St. With: Daniela Elza· Natasha Boskic. Poets from Sublime & Jeff Cottrill

I finally watched Meatballs today. A bit late. I remember wanting to watch it when I was nine, because it looked like a funny comedy about kids. (And the title was Meatballs. Meatballs! Hilarious.) I was told that it wasn't really a movie for nine-year-olds. Now I understand why... sort of.

"9 to 5" is a great song (the only Dolly Parton tune I like, in fact), but every time I get it as an earworm, it morphs into either Led Zeppelin's "Hot Dog", or the theme from The Jeffersons. You didn't have to know that, but I told you anyway.

📌All the bigots asking why the mayor of New York City is presiding over the remembrance of the 9/11 attacks, need to shut up and explain to us why they support the traitor who attacked us Jan. 6.

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Just got my copy of the new Brownstone Poets anthology. My poem "Depressing Thoughts for Your Thirty-Fifth Birthday" is on page 63. You can get one too, from Amazon. There's a kitty on it.

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Spent an unreasonable amount of time this week defending Bluesky to a few folks on Twitter. My take is still the same: it's the only social-media site I fully trust right now. It's like Twitter for nice people. Twitter randos responded, "It's just an echo chamber for extreme leftists!" and so on.