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 21 min read

Playtime

I want to skip through gentle surf that grumbles as it tries to lock my feet in salty sand. I want to grab a ride on wind that pushes...

Nolcha Fox

May 311 min read

Nightly

Every night she waits for him, from her window wondering when she’ll see him as she did so many years ago, moonblushed cheeks and pale...

Nolcha Fox

May 311 min read

Bliss

Oh, to be a ladybug asleep upon a leaf, soaking up the sunny warmth and snacking on the beasts that feast on plants where ladybugs prefer...

Nolcha Fox

May 311 min read

What’s Up with My Name

My name is a grumble in my throat strings, a whistle between my front teeth. She says she’s off to be wealthy or dance in Las Vegas one...

Nolcha Fox

May 301 min read

The Man I Didn’t Date

He was too loud, I heard him long before I saw him boinking, bonking, humming, honking, goodness, you would think he’d break the sound...

Nolcha Fox

May 301 min read

Struggle

This bed is a boat that bobs. It’s up when I feel down. It sinks down when I get up. It jags when I jiggle, It’s a struggle to get up. I...

Nolcha Fox

May 281 min read

Darkling

In the deep of night I see strands of darkness in the doorway. Beaded curtains, made of phantom silk and tourmaline, they rustle in a...

Nolcha Fox

May 271 min read

Waiting

I found a wooden bench for I had heard it said that good things come to those who wait. And so I sat there patiently, through rain and...

Nolcha Fox

May 271 min read

We All Know What it Means

We love last May Monday. That’s when summer starts. Dad pulls out his uniform to march in the parade. Mom gets all the food prepared to...

Nolcha Fox

May 271 min read

Planting

Here in town, Memorial Day is when we plant our flowers. Snow is just a memory, although she might surprise us. We thank the Boy Scouts...

Nolcha Fox

May 271 min read

Parade Route

The guys who walk down Main Street in their uniforms of old each year are bent a little more and walk a little slower. The route is maybe...

Nolcha Fox

May 271 min read

Friends

We’d been friends since we were kids. We kept in touch as we grew up. We lost each other, one by one through suicide, senility, cancer,...

Nolcha Fox

May 271 min read

Every Picnic Needs a March

No picnic can be called complete without a little army that strides in march-step when the burgers and fried chicken are set out for...

Nolcha Fox

May 271 min read

Flight

She’s a bird that bounces hard against a window. She’s a dare that is an arrow through a grape. She’s a memory that turns to wind between...

Nolcha Fox

May 271 min read

Helping Out

Stealing ice cream from the freezer that my husband shouldn’t have, I pretend to help control his diabetes by depleting his dessert....

Nolcha Fox

May 261 min read

The Back End of Anything

I don’t have to know who’s leaving to feel the tug, the whisper in my ear to follow. When I see the back end of anything receding,...

Nolcha Fox

May 241 min read

Beware

You may think I’m just a kitten curled up in a sunny spot, claws retracted, stretching, arching, purring, such delight. Don’t get on my...

Nolcha Fox

May 241 min read

Glued

Sister, sister, glued to TV, can’t get up to get a life. Even hair is technicolor, she’s unstrung and disconnected. published in Medusa's...

Nolcha Fox

May 231 min read

Knowingness

The first iris in the garden purses her purple lips, her yellow signal a kiss to butterflies and bees. She knows enough to be perfectly...

Nolcha Fox

May 231 min read

Hard-necked Porcelain

I’m hard-necked, stiff-necked, denser than ceramic. I easily crack under pressure. On a good day, I’m pungent. I season conversations...