Tanis MacDonald (she/they) is the author of Straggle: Adventures in Walking While Female as well as six other books. She has won The Malahat Review’s Open Seasons Award for Nonfiction twice: in 2021 for her essay on female friendship and in 2025 for her essay on adoption and ancestry. Her next book, Tall, Grass, Girl, is forthcoming in fall 2026 with Book*hug Press. Tanis is the former host of the Watershed Writers podcast and was a Professor in the Department of English and Film Studies at Wilfrid Laurier University for many years before retiring early to gad about and do cool shit.
Her poems “Decimal Dance Party,” “On hearing that it is time for me to decide,” “For Real” and “Prognosis” appear in the forty-eighth issue of Touch the Donkey.
Q: Tell me about the poems “Decimal Dance Party,” “On hearing that it is time for me to decide,” “For Real” and “Prognosis.”
A: I crave the strange when life gets a little repetitive. I like low-culture-high-culture mash-ups and mishearings and false profundities and flash absurdities. I write narrative poems, too, though with a poem, narrative is always relative, but I like the process of shaping happenstance and an accrual of images (and “misimages”) to create not a portrayal, but an unarticulated space where a portrayal could be. That sounds fancy, but I don’t mean it to be. I think it’s how many people – including me -- perceive the world on an everyday basis: not always seeing the thing itself but instead the swirl around it. For a poem like “Decimal Dance Party,” the collaging of those moments as best and second-best is both absurd and familiar, just as the small events themselves are. “For Real” takes up an old question of the nature of reality. “Prognosis” is so named for the couplets’ interrogation of mental processes. And did I decide? All the time!
“For Real” will appear in my forthcoming book, Tall, Grass, Girl, and the rest are from a manuscript in process.
Q: How do these poems compare to some of the other work you’ve been doing lately?
A: In my forthcoming book with Book*hug, Tall, Grass, Girl, I have styled a poetic narrative: low on declaration, strong on using language to convey the difficult. I’ve been refining that kind of narrative about escaping violence and becoming tall (my metaphor for thriving) for a while, and it has been a tonic more recently to switch up my perspective to an “I” that is less lyrical – that is, less personal and contextual – and more gleefully declarative and happily grouchy. I can see, looking at these poems now, how they have emerged from a mind crammed with detail and external influences and are focused on not only how meaning is made, but how to make it bounce. The moment with the library patron was something I overheard and knew that it was a piece of the mosaic I was assembling about how different generations speak to, dance with, remember each other. Sometimes I think the most important skill writers can practice is the ability to recognize patterns.
Q: What brought about this particular structure, and how different is that compared to some of your prior work? Is approaching a collection as a self-contained project, whether through structure or content or both, how you usually approach building collections?
A: One manuscript begets another, if we are lucky, and I have questions outstanding from Tall, Grass, Girl that will make appearances in the new manuscript. That said, building a collection is different every time. Content is so dependent on structure. Writing the new poems keeps my head above water as I undergo a big life change and I am guessing that they will find their places in a lyric dialogue about being an aging badass.
I’ll never be done with the lyric mode, but I am forever questing to discover places where prose and poetry meet and where I can cartwheel with language as much as I want. Poems (and do) turn into essays, and vice versa, and sideways, and like a cement mixer: literary chimaeras are my jam.
Q: Is that how manuscripts emerge, from a series of outstanding questions? And it suggests you see your work in a kind of trajectory, yes? How does that sense of trajectory show itself within the context of book-length, theoretically self-contained, works?
A: I can’t speak for anyone else, but inquiry is important for me as a fuel for writing, especially poetry. Which doesn’t mean that this is an intellectual exercise: not at all. The writing mind is a curious mind, all the better to approach a single subject, or a single question, from a variety of angles. In terms of a trajectory – well, yes, but not a consciously planned one, and not a trajectory that needs to have special importance to readers, necessarily. When I am putting a manuscript together – or testing out poems to see if they could speak to each other in a manuscript – that’s when I start thinking consciously about what I’m asking (myself, the reader, the poem). If we are talking about how manuscripts look and feel after they are published as books, the trajectory is likely to be mysterious to everyone but me; and if we are talking about me as the person generating the work, then the trajectory – as I see, hear, or feel it – is everything. Everyone gets from one book to another somehow and this kind of inquiring bridge is one of the ways I do it.
Q: With a handful of published collections over the years, as well as your current works-in-progress, how do you feel your work has progressed? Where do you see your work heading?
A: To the moon and back!
On the best days, the work of poetry makes me think better, breathe more deeply, feel in the world instead of feeling like I’m drifting through space. If progress has been made – such as it is, in poetry – it’s because I’ve discovered something and surprised myself. I think I am becoming both more energetic and more relaxed as a writer –energetic about possibility and relaxed about what the outcomes may be. Changing my life to invest in art over a daily grind is a big shift, and I hope that my work is heading towards a harvest of everything that can grow from my decades of (literary) planting.
Q: What is it about the form of poetry that attracts you so deeply? What do you feel possible through your work with the poem that might not be possible otherwise?
A: Leonard Cohen wrote “If your life is burning well, poetry is just the ash.” And I wonder: what’s a burning life, and do I have one? And Emily Dickinson: “When I feel like the top of my head has been taken off, I know that that is poetry.” And Kafka: “words should be an axe for the frozen sea within us.” I think of all these elemental ways of describing poetry as explosive, and ash, and metal striking salt and ice.
Poetry is the best form to convey not that which is unsayable, but that which defies, and is sometimes betrayed by, the limitations of the declarative statement. To state something baldly can be, ironically, a form of misdirection; it suggests limited meaning, limited affect, limited narrative. But the implications and language work of poetry allow room for the extraordinarily human: lived contradictions, everyday oddnesses, and simultaneously felt emotions (think of times you have been grateful and guilty, or angry and relieved, or joyful and exhausted). Its music, and the way it reaches for our inner organs, is another attraction of poetry; prose can do that too, but it’s poetry’s raison d’être. If I can spend time each day in a space where this is possible, in what I’m reading or what I’m writing, then it’s a good day.
Q: Finally, who do you read to reenergize your own work? What particular works can’t you help but return to?
A: The Poets:
Lisa Robertson, Erín Moure, Phil Hall, Adrienne Rich: all poets who light my mind on fire. I have been reading and thinking about their work with line, language, repetition, and lyric for decades.
Marge Piercy, Lucille Clifton, and Kim Addonizio for their audacity and sheer breath-changing effect of their poetics.
Emily Dickinson (whose Tell It Slant Festival held each September is an online must-attend) and Jay Macpherson for reminding me to touch base with formal work.
Shakespeare and Yeats for the music.
Rumi for surprise and to reset my brain.
The Prose Writers:
Melissa Febos for her spirit of risk.
bell hooks for her combination of compassion and sternness.
Louise Erdrich to remind me where I’m from and who I owe.
Toni Morrison to remind me to stay conscious.
