The Penguins of March

They say March comes in like Dev Patel and goes out like Rael.
(If you didn’t get those references, you are probably too functional and socially adept for this website.)

No features this month, but you can catch me onstage in at least one poetry show: they’ve asked me to host the Art Bar yet again, and this time, the featured readers/performers are Rocco de Giacomo (again), Bruce W. Powe, and… Sheri-D Wilson.

Yes, that Sheri-D Wilson.
Not to be confused with Sherry D. Wilson, who runs a nice little waste-disposal business in Kalamazoo.

“Oh, this is too much!” you may be saying. “Come on, Jeff. It’s bad enough that they keep bringing you back to host Canada’s longest-running all-poetry series. But they’re even trusting you with Sheri-D Wilson? Sheri-D is a legend. One might even say, an icon of the Canadian spoken-word community. I’m not sure you can handle it, Jeff. I don’t think you have the maturity or the professionalism. Why don’t you let one of those nice IFOA people do it?”

Well, I will host the night on March 13, and rest assured that I plan to be mature and professional and on my best behaviour.

“But Jeff! She once wrote a poem about the c-word. The c-word, Jeff! That’s too much temptation for you. How do we know that you’re not just going to use that as a springboard for a night of abortion and hooker jokes, Jeff? Remember how you ruined Saskatoon.”

I ruined a whole city? Well, now you’re just being stupid, imaginary detractors.

So come to the Art Bar, hear three fine poets perform, and maybe even sign up to read in the open mic. You may even have a fun or two.

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Care about the Academy Awards? Then you’ll want to read my latest Digital Journal column:

“Oscars 2018 – Predictions, personal picks and random commentary”

Hurry! You have to read it before tomorrow night.
After that, the whole article becomes irrelevant. Forever.

And now for something completely different: