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

Blinded

She didn’t see him as he was, she only heard his words, misunderstanding cruelty for everlasting love. He said she was the only one he...

Nolcha Fox

Feb 161 min read

It Is What It Is

Is your kiss invitation or a snare? I don’t know. It is what it is. You say you want me. You don’t say for what. How can I trust you? It...

Nolcha Fox

Feb 161 min read

Fragrance

The wind opens the cafe door, waltzes in with night blooming jasmine, dressed in pink-drenched clouds. She stirs a latte with a fingertip...

Nolcha Fox

Feb 161 min read

Burglar

The dark of night brings restless thoughts, reminders of regrets and wandering what-ifs. Exhausted by this spinning sphere of nothing...

Nolcha Fox

Feb 161 min read

Lucky

Lucky played the numbers game, he tried to stay on top. He heard a crime boss thought he cheated. He skipped town before he drowned in...

Nolcha Fox

Feb 161 min read

Show-Off

Hurricanes fly from her hat, they land as summer flowers. She taps her cufflinks with her wand and seas become white water. Scarves turn...

Nolcha Fox

Feb 161 min read

Four Silly Micro-Poems

Duh! I boiled an egg, stepped in gum. What else should I do to write about a hard-boiled gumshoe? *** Deep I look like I am deep in...

Nolcha Fox

Feb 161 min read

The Wealth We Couldn’t Find

She didn’t have much, that’s what we thought. The more we looked, the more we found: Investments squirreled away from prying eyes, a...

Nolcha Fox

Feb 161 min read

Dancing the Hora

I wish I could remember Ariel and Sarah, holding hands and smiling as they danced the hora, at their children’s wedding. I wish I could...

Nolcha Fox

Feb 161 min read

All Empty

He pulled the trigger, but nothing happened. The gun was empty, just like his life. There had to be something. A reason for waking up...

Nolcha Fox

Feb 161 min read

Concert

They pile against the fence, anxious to join the crowd inside. I open the gate, and they jostle to get in first. They circle the stage,...

Nolcha Fox

Feb 161 min read

How to Save a Life

Poems are Life Savers. Little ring candies, sweet to the taste. Or a bigger, floating ring to throw to a drowning poet. Unless the poet...

Nolcha Fox

Feb 161 min read

Night Stalkings

I court the moon in fishnet stockings, mink, and buxom breasts a-heave in velvet. How I want the velvet of the night to hold me in its...

Nolcha Fox

Feb 161 min read

Fixing Broken Things

How often I puzzle how to put things back together, how to make the splinters and mismatched edges and chunks of time hold until the next...

Nolcha Fox

Feb 151 min read

What to Do With a Wandering Spirit

I live in perpetual conflict. My spirit longs for somewhere else. My body doesn’t want to leave the house. My spirit wonders how it would...

Nolcha Fox

Feb 151 min read

Waking Up to Life

The counter is littered with crumbs and spills, The refrigerator door handle is grody, crusted with something I don’t recognize. Brown...

Nolcha Fox

Feb 151 min read

Silent Migration

Dark shadows wrapped in trench coats under black umbrellas that catch the wind and fly, rippling blackbirds rising up to mountain peaks...

Nolcha Fox

Feb 151 min read

Butterfly Retrospective

You were a butterfly. A flitter. A careless flash of sparkle. No thoughts of what you left behind. No sense of any harm you caused the...

Nolcha Fox

Feb 151 min read

Music in Her Hair

She lives above me, sings with birds and records from the 60s. Vinyl isn’t final now, replaced with buds she wears beneath her hair that...

Nolcha Fox

Feb 152 min read

Time Is Too Fat to Fly

Time doesn’t want to fly. She wants to sit down and eat. I cook her a nice meal. She sucks it down in a couple of seconds. Time pulls all...