Not every fact depends on point of view.
Stand where you will, I’m who I am. You’re you.
Why the Priest Didn't Visit the Widow
Her mind was set on Heaven; any holy fool could tell.
The problem was the rest of her could send a fool to Hell.
from Quatrains Going Nowhere
Better to leave yourself quite in the lurch
than to slake unrequited desire.
Better to sigh and declare a failed search
than to give up and make a bad hire.
Everyone’s a Critic
Who says the thought’s a stranger surely lies:
“I can’t believe this crap book won that prize.”
Sure, everyone concerned will say it’s time to end the war,
but each side’s learned to prize the pain it blames the other
If you have any thoughts on these poems, Robert West would be pleased to hear them.