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
All answers under the sky are revealed here. Why else would the government ban camping.
Adrian sends me this article about a guy, who, like most people, thinks cryonics is the pseudo-scientific process of freezing rich dead people as a cash grab.
The sun finally came out
Ruining Julia's Vacation
My Friend Explains Revolving Doors to Me