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

Apr 8, 20241 min read

Floating Over the Fence

I dream of floating over the backyard fence. High enough to see the neighborhood kids splash in the pool next door. A party I wasn’t...

Nolcha Fox

Apr 8, 20241 min read

Movement

It was a request that blew in the front door with used-paper-brown-bag-wrinkled leaves, only noticed by the straw of a broom. It was...

Nolcha Fox

Apr 7, 20241 min read

The Beauty of Lastingness

When I started to make decent money, I promised myself to buy nice kitchenware items that would last a long time. Since that promise,...

Nolcha Fox

Apr 7, 20241 min read

Clipped Wings

I’m not one to venture far. I like my life the same. But I feel my wings are clipped. Sometimes, I long to be a bird that migrates...

Nolcha Fox

Apr 6, 20241 min read

After All These Years

Sometimes love is a clean kitchen when I wake up in the morning. Sometimes love is you asking how to do the laundry. Sometimes love is...

Nolcha Fox

Apr 5, 20241 min read

Time Doesn’t Look Good Without Her Makeup

Time was beautiful once. She took me by the hand, ran with me through the surf, promised me endless summer days. Time had to work on her...

Nolcha Fox

Apr 4, 20241 min read

A Woman Is Swallowed by a Snake in Taiwan

I am a gift you don’t know how to open. Best leave me alone, you’ll find yourself inside. I am the snake in every woman, The woman in...

Nolcha Fox

Apr 4, 20241 min read

A Certain Stranger

I tried to open sleepy eyes and look into the mirror. A bad idea before the coffee hit my fainting heart. I saw a woman unfamiliar, no...

Nolcha Fox

Apr 4, 20241 min read

I May Never Get Here

I’d love to plop upon a bank and watch a river roar without a care if I get wet or if I start to sneeze from mold and springtime...

Nolcha Fox

Apr 3, 20241 min read

Monday, Forget Monday

Monday, Monday, so bad for me. I hoped to complete all my tasks, have some wine at the end of the day. No such luck. By Tuesday, the...

Nolcha Fox

Apr 2, 20241 min read

My Dreams Lasted Only as Long as the Curlers

How many hours of my life did I sit with my hair rolled in curlers, my scalp pulled and hot and itchy as a plastic cap billowed with warm...

Nolcha Fox

Apr 2, 20241 min read

A Lick of True Love

Why look to movies or to books for models of true love? Why think a wandering eye will bring the joy that you require? Don’t say yes to...

Nolcha Fox

Apr 1, 20241 min read

One Ticked-Off Little Robin

A soggy robin glared at me through kitchen sliding door. His feathers were white-frosted by a cold and sodden snow. No song he sang to...

Nolcha Fox

Apr 1, 20241 min read

Waiting for You

Every night, I think I’ll see you like you were, before the pain, when we would chat about the ocean wind that hit your face when you...

Nolcha Fox

Mar 31, 20241 min read

Lists List As They Shift

The items in lists shift in import, or fall off from boredom or cause other items to crawl on, to cling on as lists lean towards duties...

Nolcha Fox

Mar 30, 20241 min read

Shouting Storm

The midnight sky is curdled groan as storm appears. Horizon blotched in gray, it roars. No still of night, no hush, this rush of air and...

Nolcha Fox

Mar 30, 20241 min read

Spring Chorus

It’s hard to think of singing when the sky is gray and rain pours down. Even birds are cowering beneath the flower petals. But listen to...

Nolcha Fox

Mar 28, 20241 min read

Just Like That

Among the other oddities, a sapling planted too close to the house. The owners didn’t care if roots would break through pipes. They...

Nolcha Fox

Mar 27, 20241 min read

Something Has to Get Us Out of Bed

There must be more to life than grocery lists and television, over-the-fence gossip, traffic jams, deadlines. There must be a reward more...

Nolcha Fox

Mar 25, 20241 min read

Wallflower

I’d rather be a wildflower than pasted to the wall with all the other pre-teen girls giggling at the boys who punched each other 30 feet...