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
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.
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.
Julia asks the temperature and I say: you’re right beside the door, just open it,
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.
I remember when the white poet read his poem about Serena Williams