Dawn Macdonald

 

Small Dog Drama

Woke weary from a sleep in which small dogs experienced
repeated head trauma from falling
off laps onto hard floors
which are not their natural habitat, not
forgiving dust or grass or sod of yards. 

The problem is thus structural but we apply
an individual solution, taking
the dogs in their soft carriers to veterinary services 

wherein I was complicit
until the intervention of the coffee, the bedside
lamp, the reinterpretation of the dogs as personal
problems internal to, I thought, me

  

 

Banana Frog

peeled open a banana
out popped a frog 

            !

trouble was I’d already
eaten the banana 

            ,

and I’m diagnosed
amphibian intolerant 

            ;

stuff that sucker back into
the housing 

           

swallow

hard

 

 

Phases

Waxwing moon
          exceeds the nest / shrieks 

Whining moon
          gives up over coffee 

I don’t want to talk to you anymore moon
          I’ve heard enough about the pain
          in your side

 

 



Dawn Macdonald lives in Whitehorse, Yukon where she grew up without electricity or running water. She won the 2025 Canadian First Book Prize for her poetry collection Northerny (University of Alberta Press).