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 60

BRENDAN MCLEOD

There will come a morning unconfined.

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Day 48-49

BRENDAN MCLEOD

When the man in Nova Scotia shot everyone, I hid from my computer in my kitchen.

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Day 42-43

BRENDAN MCLEOD

I've never wanted a family.

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Day 57

BRENDAN MCLEOD

Can we all agree the scientist who named their wasp discovery murder hornet must have slayed at the yearly convention?

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Day 47

BRENDAN MCLEOD

I don’t know how the mind decides which memory to ship across the ocean of consciousness, or when to do it, or why, but it does.

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