Brendan McLeod is an award-winning poet, theatre creator, and musician. On his sixth day of social isolation, he started writing a poem a day. We’re posting these day by day, in non-sequential order, because time is weird now. It’ll be a book after that.

Poet In (Their Own) Residence

Web Search (Day 408)

BRENDAN MCLEOD

WEB SEARCH

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Day 397

BRENDAN MCLEOD

I was sitting on the porch reading a mediocre book about the author’s alcoholic Dad...

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Day 409

BRENDAN MCLEOD

You eye the security guards, the oranged-vested volunteers, the line for the vaccine snaking around a sporting complex, and think: it’s just like a disaster movie.

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Day 415

BRENDAN MCLEOD

Say the vaccines don’t takeagainst some variantand after the fourth and fifth wavesslam our surfer heads even deeper into the sand, and the governmentbeing the government, respondswith its regularly scheduled gaslighting,so that in waves six and seven we’re still livingthis world we’ve somehow arrived at,where real estate developers handle long-term careand the incredible return of investorsgets prioritized over our elders -- as ifthere was a dimension in all of time and spacewhere that made one iota of sense --then maybe, after rounds eight and nineand ten blow through us, killing and maimingwhile our politicians continueto plod along the surface of...

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Day 411

BRENDAN MCLEOD

Last night I dreamt I stayed home and grilled steak.

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