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 261

BRENDAN MCLEOD

We had to send in the army.

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Day 265

BRENDAN MCLEOD

I’m not friends with people for them to be alive in my mind. That’s a job for the dead.

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Day 270

BRENDAN MCLEOD

Remember when you left and came back today? That was something.

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Day 263

BRENDAN MCLEOD

I’ve lost my mind a few times, and must say, it’s more interesting than quarantine. 

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Day 264

BRENDAN MCLEOD

At the job interview, all understand, implicitly, only one will get a position to feed their family. Still, you’re supposed to be polite about it.

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