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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.
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For a complete listing of links to my poems and other cool stuff:
We Need to Have a Talk
Time and I are flying economy class. Flying makes her nervous. Time stashed three donuts in her backpack. She ate a large pepperoni...
Nolcha Fox
May 22, 20241 min read
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Delight
After months of dreary dark, spring has dinted winter’s doom – to the delight of wind-blown clouds. Catkins sway on aspen twigs. Tulips...
Nolcha Fox
May 22, 20241 min read
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Brush Stroke
Two days ago, a friend told my husband she was doing fine. This afternoon, we found out she doesn’t have long to live. Her life is a...
Nolcha Fox
May 21, 20241 min read
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Indulging
I left him at the altar before the music played. With running shoes below my gown, I grabbed the chocolates on the tables, made it out...
Nolcha Fox
May 20, 20241 min read
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Wreck
My counter sags under a 16-ounce bitter brew that drowns the lies I tell myself to crawl through another morning. I tape on a flypaper...
Nolcha Fox
May 20, 20241 min read
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Which Way?
My bottom sheet is tagged TOP OR BOTTOM to avoid the confusion I feel whenever I change the sheets. If it is top, is that not where it...
Nolcha Fox
May 20, 20241 min read
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Too Much
Your promises were sugar-sweet. They stuck in my throat and on the walls. Some of them dribbled on the floor. Not only did they make me...
Nolcha Fox
May 19, 20241 min read
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What the Future Looks Like
The future has what-a-body and a fantastic haircut. She wears runway clothes from an unpronounceable designer. The future is featured in...
Nolcha Fox
May 19, 20241 min read
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Raspberries in February
Raspberries frozen in a bag, that plunk and bounce on tabletop are not the same as plucked fresh from a ripening bush. A little squish, a...
Nolcha Fox
May 18, 20241 min read
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Divorce
She never liked this neighborhood. The view was never right. She wanted buildings painted bright with potted plants and flowers. She...
Nolcha Fox
May 18, 20241 min read
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Dandelion
Ripped out by a lawnmower, caught up by the wind, embraced by a rain cloud, dropped to a meadow, I’m unbelonged. published in Medium
Nolcha Fox
May 18, 20241 min read
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Pouring Out
I want rain to pour out of my broken word to wash away anger, the silent goodbyes. I want music to pour out of my broken pride, a love...
Nolcha Fox
May 16, 20241 min read
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A Little Action
I waited for my bestie at our favorite shop. She often got there long before me. But not now, I couldn’t find her. I looked inside the...
Nolcha Fox
May 14, 20241 min read
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Standing Out
In this place of scene and be seen, of elbow brush and deliberate blush, I’m an out-of-place stranger, unable to mingle, awkward,...
Nolcha Fox
May 13, 20241 min read
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Indigestion
Words swarm in my head, stinging, dropping sour into my gut. No gumdrops these, no pretty poetry. My tongue twists in disgust as...
Nolcha Fox
May 13, 20241 min read
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Living Life Large
She bounces and sways as she sashays. She hides her lips neath parasol tips. She’s prettily plump. She grinds and bumps. She takes my...
Nolcha Fox
May 13, 20241 min read
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Hazy Yearnings
I know I want to do something. I’m not quite sure what it is. It would help if I put on my socks, but I can’t seem to find some that...
Nolcha Fox
May 11, 20241 min read
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Wanderer
Perhaps it was a bird call that stopped me washing floors, and had me pack a knapsack full of everything I owned. I followed shafts of...
Nolcha Fox
May 7, 20241 min read
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Wild Geese
I loved to watch them fly, those wild geese. In my dreams, I was one of them. I felt the magic, the way to catch the wind, to soar above...
Nolcha Fox
May 7, 20241 min read
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Other Days
When I was young, I thought I was the best at everything I did, and I could do it all alone, no help from anyone. But everything is too...
Nolcha Fox
May 6, 20241 min read
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