Wild Chocolate
It’s 95% cacao, sweet as the inside of a sweaty sneaker. It’s a rubber tire rolling through my mouth after wheelies in the mud. It’s...
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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.
For a complete listing of links to my poems and other cool stuff:
Nolcha Fox
Feb 251 min read
Separate Lives
We grew up with the stifling rules, the anger, and the dread. You found friends to be the family missing from our home. I withdrew and...
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Nolcha Fox
Feb 241 min read
Lost Things
I lost my memory when she died. I couldn’t recognize things she owned, knew no history, felt no tenderness for treasures to be cleared...
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Nolcha Fox
Feb 221 min read
Blown Away
We divided what was left of him, and then divided that. He was tossed to ocean and to mountains by the trails as if we needed him to sail...
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Nolcha Fox
Feb 211 min read
Honesty Didn’t Kill Me
I learned to speak in circles, twirl in skirts of red deceit. Truth never bit me on the tongue. I’d rather shut my body off, a leaky...
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Nolcha Fox
Feb 201 min read
Bruised Oranges
At the end, orange for you was a color. Orange for me was a fruit. We shared a common language but didn't understand the words. At the...
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Nolcha Fox
Feb 191 min read
A Changed Woman
My friend is a changed woman since the accident. When I visit every day she doesn’t interrupt or sass or get distracted by the men who...
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Nolcha Fox
Feb 181 min read
Listen to Your Mother
I see that you are blushing, you have a diamond ring. Before you choose your wedding dress, examine what attracts you to the man you plan...
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Nolcha Fox
Feb 171 min read
Don’t Think I Can Make It
Sinkholes eat people for lunch. Tornadoes swirl in February. My husband went for ice cream, and I haven’t seen him in ten years. My...
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Nolcha Fox
Feb 171 min read
The Which and the Why
All my life I heard it said, support yourself, don’t rely on someone else to ease your way, smooth out your woes. And so I worked, made...
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Nolcha Fox
Feb 161 min read
This Old Desk
This old desk is filled with useless wonders. One drawer full of locks with no keys, combination locks with no numbers, a keyring with...
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Nolcha Fox
Feb 161 min read
Watering Flowers in the Rain
Why I water flowers in the downpour, in my housecoat, is the question all the gossips in the building want to answer. Why I wear sad...
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Nolcha Fox
Feb 161 min read
The Day After My Purchase
The day after my purchase the patio table explodes a loose bolt. I watch it roll free over uneven pavers to hide under planters too heavy...
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Nolcha Fox
Feb 161 min read
Her Portrait
Her portrait watches neighbors shuffle in, wondering who she was, and maybe find a deal. She hears them whisper once she was a beauty,...
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Nolcha Fox
Feb 161 min read
Beach Sand
You, the summer sunset glistening on wet skin. A patina of sand and goosebumps my fingers touched on purpose. Me, awkward in your too-big...
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Nolcha Fox
Feb 161 min read
You Went to Paris
You went to Paris and all I got was this lousy postcard. Signed with French kisses. You know I can’t read French. You went to Africa and...
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