Rhonda Lee Richoux

A Conspiracy of Silence

You’ll let us go on a shopping spree

But you’ll never consent to set us free

Graveyard

i feel the sudden

urge to take my

brain out of

storage

He looked at an old photograph and commented: Life and love were so uncomplicated back then. Yes, I said. How did we manage to complicate it so? I think that I’ve over-fertilized my garden and burned the roots. I think the drought of our carelessness dried it up and the first faint winds of discordContinue reading “Burned Roots”

On The Rim of the Universe

I sit on the rim of the universe

I feed on the fear of the fall

I sit on the far end of what you would want

Unable to wade through it all

i lifted you up

and still that cold bitch haunts your head

and chases all the girls away