“There’s the wisdom of coon hunters and Oxford dons here, wrapped in a tone comprised of downhome gospel, Shakespeare, and the under breath of heartbreak. Hickok stares down death and inanity with humor; inventive, no-nonsense (‘Mary Magdeline of LAX’), first-class imagery; and a mastery of craft that leaves you — O happy day — unware that it exists. No one writes like Bill Hickok. No one. Read him; you’ll be enriched and wounded.” –JO MCDOUGALL, author of Daddy’s Money and Satisfied with Havoc
“Bill Hickok’s lyrical The Woman Who Shot Me reads like a pillow-book of personable back-stories. Bulging with all of life’s male stuff – aims vs. goals, family, fortune, shame, love, win, women, Kansas City-proof jazz, savvy, fish and game — this thickly beautiful, late-life collection shines like a golden retriever.” — AL YOUNG, California poet laureate emeritus