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

Day 420

June 10, 2021 • BRENDAN MCLEOD

I just want to tell one last story, before we finish. So I get a letter dropped at my house. I get a lot of letters dropped at my house.

Day 421

June 07, 2021 • BRENDAN MCLEOD

Bob Dylan turned 80 and all the articles came out calling him the defining artist of his generation and I was like, blah, blah, he’s fine.

Day 419

June 03, 2021 • BRENDAN MCLEOD

Julia asks the temperature and I say: you’re right beside the door, just open it,

Day 417

June 01, 2021 • BRENDAN MCLEOD

When a woman in my province went to wave at her Mom through a window, staff at the care home pulled the blind down in her face.

Day 418

May 28, 2021 • BRENDAN MCLEOD

I remember when the white poet read his poem about Serena Williams