Spam in a Can
I saw Spam at the market. Spam in a can. I hear it’s tasty. I hear it’s in Hawaii. A vacay to Hawaii for Spam in a can? Sounds like an...
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This website includes my (growing) collection of poems published on Medium, Substack, and elsewhere, starting from the day my mother died, November 1, 2023, to the present.
For a complete listing of links to my poems and other cool stuff:
Nolcha Fox
Jun 131 min read
International Delights
Be careful when you touch that jar. It’s my grandma’s borscht. The recipe’s been lost to time. It’s the last jar of its kind. Over there...
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Nolcha Fox
Jun 131 min read
No More Whining, Please
Please, no more poems about racism, terrorism, bombings, shootings, discrimination, homelessness, euthanasia, political incorrectness,...
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Nolcha Fox
Jun 131 min read
Finding My Way Home
When the City tears down my parents’ home to build a parking lot for the library, even though nobody lived in the house the last ten...
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Nolcha Fox
Jun 121 min read
The Big Bash
A party bomb blew up in the living room, exploding confetti, balloons, spilled red wine, and plates of half-eaten cake. My husband snores...
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Nolcha Fox
Jun 111 min read
Out of Reach
An empty lot, a moonless night, the only light some broken bulbs that swing from spider webs. A door that creaks. The handle melts. I...
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Nolcha Fox
Jun 101 min read
That Certain Something
Bogart had it in “Casablanca.” Monroe had it in “The Seven Year Itch.” That tilt of the head. That look, that spark. that turn of the...
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Nolcha Fox
Jun 101 min read
Figmentary
Food is just a figment of my famished fancy filled with French fries, French toast, fettuccini, fudge, filet mignon, falafel, fondue....
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Nolcha Fox
Jun 91 min read
Sunrise Tells Me to Go
Sunrise tells me to pack my bag. Early morning is a good time to walk out the door. My footsteps won’t leave a shadow. Sunrise tells me...
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Nolcha Fox
Jun 71 min read
I Hardly Noticed You Were Missing
You practiced goneness as a father, not admitting my existence. I was just a hole where cash went you’d rather spend on your own toys. At...
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Nolcha Fox
Jun 71 min read
Not to Worry
You don’t have to run to Mommy. You don’t have to cry and scream. What you see outside the window may not be a scary dream. Don’t you...
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Nolcha Fox
Jun 61 min read
Grief Is a Four-Letter Word
My friends put on swim floats and snorkels when I walk in the door. Awkward silence is a bucket with holes they pass me when I cry. I...
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Nolcha Fox
Jun 51 min read
My Mother’s Eyes
She could spot my secret spots, anywhere where I hid. She always saw exactly where my thoughts went skittering off. She observed my moods...
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Nolcha Fox
Jun 31 min read
Goodbye to Spring
No matter how savory the banquet of tulips, the wine flasks of irises phlox choirs singing, dandelions dancing. Wind pushes clock hands...
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Nolcha Fox
Jun 21 min read
I Can Hear Just Fine
I can hear you march around in flip-flops through the house, oh yes. TV turned to volume max, it’s on old reruns, as you yell “GODJIRA!”...
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