Old Gods

M-s Ukrainian writer Conor Kerr-s sharp and incisive poems move restlessly across landscapes and time.

Conor Kerr-s poetry is in constant motion. 4Runners streak through the night, racing with coyotes and roving across the land. Buses travel from town to town, from one memory to another, from past to present. Friends and lovers search for each other on Instagram and find nothing. And always the natural world travels alongside: the watching magpies, woodpeckers and cedar waxwings, the coyotes and porcupines. Family is the crisp wings of mallard ducks flying at dawn, just as it is a game of crib, a Mario Kart race, a dance party.

Old Gods defies colonialism on the Prairies. Kerr situates his reader in the M-s mindset: the old gods of the land are alive within the rivers, the birds, the hills and the prairies that surround us, and they-ll always be here.