Can’t Spit Out This Bone
This bone in my throat was the bone the dog buried in my chest. I can’t keep it down. It rises and chokes me up. I can’t breathe. The...
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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 151 min read
Love in the Longing, Not in the Having
As ginger and cinnamon tickle my nose, I yearn for the steam before bag kisses cup. I run towards the trench coat and briefcase to...
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Nolcha Fox
Feb 151 min read
Time and Seasons Without You
End of Daylight Savings Another year to turn clocks back, to gain another hour. I didn’t think this time change would be the year I lost...
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Nolcha Fox
Feb 151 min read
I Got This Idea in the Shower
I’m a failure at most poetic forms, like I was a fashion failure in the corporate world, the world of suits and pantyhose and heels....
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Nolcha Fox
Feb 141 min read
Never Just Right
Sometimes there's too much salt in the soup. Sometimes there's not enough salt in the hourglass. The hourglass counts down from my first...
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Nolcha Fox
Feb 141 min read
Butt-Ugly Booties
I try to try these booties on, they criss and cross too many ways. I cannot tell which side is up, they’re on a different side from me....
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Nolcha Fox
Feb 141 min read
Did I Eat That?
My home is void of tasty food. My pantry free of flour, sugar, chocolate that could transform to dainty treats. My shelves are...
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Nolcha Fox
Feb 141 min read
On the Other Side
You couldn’t let him go after he died. Your baby. Your last child. Your guilt. You wrapped him in grief and swallowed him. You wouldn’t...
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Nolcha Fox
Feb 141 min read
Mixed Drinks at the Bar of No Return
You were a failed bartender, mixing prescription drugs and bourbon with shards of photographs you scissored after the breakup. You...
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Nolcha Fox
Feb 141 min read
The Present
I saw a present for my friend as night ran from the day. I scooped it up with handy jar and laid it in a birthday box. He opened it with...
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Nolcha Fox
Feb 141 min read
The Room Is Never Empty
The air is heavy with unanswered questions. Even the questions have questions. Stale perfume and dead cigarette ash coat the curtains, a...
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Nolcha Fox
Feb 141 min read
Cat on the Edge of the Roof
Why do I drop a soapy dish at that plaintive mewl? Why do I lean a shaky ladder against logic and experience? Why is that ladder way too...
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Nolcha Fox
Feb 141 min read
Burnt by the Past
I only planned to store some clothes in the attic from a previous life. Life had other ideas. She pointed to a trunk plastered with...
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Nolcha Fox
Feb 141 min read
Mistaken Identity
The woman said that she was me. She waved around a photo of an out-of-focus face that could have been a goat. I thought that I could have...
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Nolcha Fox
Feb 141 min read
I Wanted to Be Something Else
I wanted to be a firefly lighting up the summer nights. I wanted to be a double rainbow after a sudden storm. I wanted to be the piano...
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