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

Mar 14, 20241 min read

Yes, I Do

I tell myself I live here, yes, I do. I plan for new flowers. I plan to save bushes ravaged by aphids, by dog pee. I am not a bird that...

Nolcha Fox

Mar 12, 20241 min read

I Don’t Want to Buy What the Future Offers, Even at a Discount

So call me a dinosaur. I see my future, and it ends with extinction. I see that meteor in the sky, and know we’re not having fireworks in...

Nolcha Fox

Mar 11, 20241 min read

Spare Change

I can’t let go of you. I stuff you away. In my back pocket. Mingled with lint. Mingled with spare change. For the laundry that never gets...

Nolcha Fox

Mar 10, 20241 min read

I Call Myself

If I have no parents alive in this world, can I call myself a daughter? Or do I call myself orphan? Perhaps I should call myself on the...

Nolcha Fox

Mar 10, 20241 min read

Small Delights

Shafts of sun are haloes round the leaves of plants in pots upon the shelf. Wind sings opera as it stirs the few brown leaves to dance up...

Nolcha Fox

Mar 9, 20241 min read

You Thought He Was the One

You wanted to include him in the life you always wanted. You built him castles in the air. You painted rainbow bridges he could walk...

Nolcha Fox

Mar 8, 20241 min read

Everything Falls

Iguanas fall from palm trees. Whales die, descend to ocean bed. Buildings say goodbye, collapse. Flowers wilt and trees lose leaves. Jets...

Nolcha Fox

Mar 7, 20241 min read

The Point of it All

The point is jagged. The point is sharp. The point is so obvious that I’m the only one who doesn’t see it. People around me consume the...

Nolcha Fox

Mar 6, 20241 min read

Chronic

I ignore the pain, pretend self-immolation of my brain is normalcy. Well, normal for the me I’ve been the past 10 years. Oh no, that’s...

Nolcha Fox

Mar 6, 20241 min read

He walks in light

in step and smile. He pets the dog and leaves the house with no goodbye. She watches as he drives away to someone else. She knows she is...

Nolcha Fox

Mar 3, 20241 min read

Flat on My Back

This body is a house of loss. A house on its back. Sleeping. Or losing sleep. Experts say 33 years of lost consciousness. Or trying to...

Nolcha Fox

Mar 3, 20241 min read

That Guy

I’m the guy at the end of the parade, sweeping up shadows of the dead. inspired by E. Scott Alighieri “Sweeping up shadows:”...

Nolcha Fox

Mar 3, 20241 min read

In the Strangest Places

Much as an octopus finds itself in a Miami Beach parking garage, I find myself in my mother’s body, bait for a near-sighted pimp blinded...

Nolcha Fox

Mar 2, 20241 min read

Bamboo

My father planted the bamboo, voracious growth to eat the yard. I grew in the yard, wild and untamed. We gobbled up the sun, the time,...

Nolcha Fox

Mar 2, 20241 min read

Maybe I Can Microwave it

I’ve microwaved peanut brittle, kale, beets, potatoes, and any number of words I never should have said. I’d like to shove my father’s...

Nolcha Fox

Mar 2, 20241 min read

Following

Your shoes were always way too big, I was too small to fill them. Even now, I cannot be the you I loved. I cannot follow where you...

Nolcha Fox

Mar 1, 20241 min read

Wobble

We wobble as we hurtle through space towards an unknown collision. We wobble on uneven tires through potholes, sinkholes, and...

Nolcha Fox

Feb 29, 20241 min read

Comings and Goings

The box with all that’s left of you came in this afternoon. I thought I was prepared for all the treasures stuffed inside. I knew that...

Nolcha Fox

Feb 27, 20241 min read

The Separation

I can’t separate my dog from her separation anxiety. She can’t stand to be apart from me. I wear clothes two sizes too big because she...

Nolcha Fox

Feb 27, 20241 min read

Content Warning Before Reading

Poetry is bad for your brain. Soap bubbles will dance to the rhythm while you wash the dishes. You will mourn a love before it begins....