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:

https://nolchafox2.wixsite.com/blog

Nolcha Fox

Jun 13, 20241 min read

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...

Nolcha Fox

Jun 13, 20241 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...

Nolcha Fox

Jun 13, 20241 min read

No More Whining, Please

Please, no more poems about racism, terrorism, bombings, shootings, discrimination, homelessness, euthanasia, political incorrectness,...

Nolcha Fox

Jun 13, 20241 min read

I Wonder

The clouds and the sky play peek-a-boo, the wind uncertain whether to bring storm or flower-light, as I am uncertain whether to stay or...

Nolcha Fox

Jun 13, 20241 min read

Fire

From here to there, brick by brick, word by word, I’ve built a life to call my own. I don’t need this anymore. This structure blocks the...

Nolcha Fox

Jun 13, 20241 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...

Nolcha Fox

Jun 12, 20241 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...

Nolcha Fox

Jun 11, 20241 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...

Nolcha Fox

Jun 10, 20241 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...

Nolcha Fox

Jun 10, 20241 min read

Figmentary

Food is just a figment of my famished fancy filled with French fries, French toast, fettuccini, fudge, filet mignon, falafel, fondue....

Nolcha Fox

Jun 9, 20241 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...

Nolcha Fox

Jun 8, 20241 min read

Hazy Moon

You are a hazy moon, hiding your intentions in murky mumblings. published in Five Fleas

Nolcha Fox

Jun 7, 20241 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...

Nolcha Fox

Jun 7, 20241 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...

Nolcha Fox

Jun 6, 20241 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...

Nolcha Fox

Jun 5, 20241 min read

Ouch

You’re asleep when I get up I tiptoe to the closet I dress myself in total dark and hope my clothes choices matches. I tiptoe to the...

Nolcha Fox

Jun 5, 20241 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...

Nolcha Fox

Jun 3, 20241 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...

Nolcha Fox

Jun 3, 20241 min read

Mystery

One ornery dog stole an eggshell that her daddy didn’t notice missed the kitchen trash. Her mommy wondered why her girl was quiet, way...

Nolcha Fox

Jun 2, 20241 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!”...