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 310

BRENDAN MCLEOD

I’ve reached the state of the pandemic where I’ve started to believe in UFOs. 

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Day 302

BRENDAN MCLEOD

We can never leave home, except for essentials, so all non-essential services are open.

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Day 268

BRENDAN MCLEOD

We have such a primitive understanding of time, says the author.

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Day 130

BRENDAN MCLEOD

The morning could not have gone better

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Day 285

BRENDAN MCLEOD

Humanity will continue until it doesn't, that isn't the question.

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