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

Feb 161 min read

Another Winter

I survive another winter, frozen hours of white-outs, then blinding sun. Today an aerial traffic jam of geese honk promises of green....

Nolcha Fox

Feb 161 min read

She’s a Living History Book

She’s a living history book that you can’t open, but you can read her life inside and out: The weight of every passing year bends her...

Nolcha Fox

Feb 161 min read

Unmothered

I find the remains of three weeks of hovering over a cell phone in my purse. Each hour of each day of each week is a glitter flake. You...

Nolcha Fox

Feb 161 min read

Junker

Every day, another part fails. Another piece of you falls off with a clunk. Your navigation system complains about dark alleys and dead...

Nolcha Fox

Feb 161 min read

Walk

Walk with me, you don’t need a train, a car, a bus to feel the crackle underfoot of Autumn’s leafy path. Walk with me, inhale the smoke...

Nolcha Fox

Feb 161 min read

Exposed

From her hair to her toes, she’s an unseen secret walking to the store. She’s a buried treasure obscured by oddness and layers of clothes...

Nolcha Fox

Feb 161 min read

Frayed and Gone

I’m frayed around the edges. My strength is gone. I track lint through the house. Fuzz drops out of my mouth. My brain grows fur. I’m...

Nolcha Fox

Feb 161 min read

Sign of the Times

I wish you could find the sign you’ve been looking for. I wish the sign was in white neon, foot-tall letters so you couldn’t miss it. I...

Nolcha Fox

Feb 161 min read

My Brain Is Stained

My brain is stained with caffeine. My teeth a latte white. With French vanilla. Syrup dreams drifting. Lazy flecks. To land. On croissant...

Nolcha Fox

Feb 161 min read

Item Not Satisfactory

I ordered a gift card for my mother. Instead, she received a large case of cancer. The case arrived in poor condition, and earlier than...

Nolcha Fox

Feb 161 min read

You Are a Boat

You are a boat shivering in the foamy tide, moored to a decaying dock, marine angel swirling in a nightmare whirlpool, a capsized craft...

Nolcha Fox

Feb 161 min read

Eyes

We sit in varying stages of anesthesia staring out the window, at the pictures hanging on the wall, anywhere but at the doctor who...

Nolcha Fox

Feb 161 min read

Why I Don’t Like Funerals

Memory always sits in the front pew. She suffers from dementia and cries until she comes back home from the funeral lunch. published in...

Nolcha Fox

Feb 161 min read

Two Micro-Poems

Lure You dangle your heart from the clothesline, promise me it’s candy. I know you only want to hang me out to dry. *** Medicine Cabinet...

Nolcha Fox

Feb 161 min read

They Sit

They sit on their car hoods, drink pilfered beer, brag of their conquests, and howl at the moon. Each is a transplant from childhood to...

Nolcha Fox

Feb 161 min read

He Couldn’t Catch Her

He couldn’t catch her when she wrote a poem. She spread her wings, rode bubble words that floated out the door. published in Alien Buddha...

Nolcha Fox

Feb 161 min read

Life of the Party

I should be eating a pizza with TV for my friend. I should be reading novels while cuddled up in bed. Instead, I say I dropped an earring...

Nolcha Fox

Feb 161 min read

My Dreams

My dreams are mostly dead. I want to revive them, but the coffeemaker in my dreams has no cord to plug into the wall. There are no walls...

Nolcha Fox

Feb 161 min read

Can’t Hear

Please knock on my door. Or ring the doorbell. As loud as you can. The sound might pierce the emptiness you left in the world when you...

Nolcha Fox

Feb 161 min read

Without You for Good

Without you is a lantern hanging from impossibility. Without you is a nose-bleed ledge on a skyscraper, the mist calling me to jump....