Lesson in that?

While from where I was hunkered, the storm itself registered at most as a big meh, the wind that followed it was awe inspiring and beautiful. Outside this afternoon, a couple of alley cats were making a lot of noise, playing at love or war (who can tell?). As far as I could tell, they [...]

Buffalo Bill’s (Nigel Findley)

Why does Nigel Findley have to be dead, and dead so young? If I was a better poet, I’d write a poem about it, all full of grief and outrage, even after 16 years, and end it with something haunting and memorable like “how do you like your blue eyed boy Mister Death?” But I’m [...]