Old gods

Conor Kerr's poetry is in constant motion. 4Runners streak through the night, racing with coyotes and restlessly travelling 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...