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 15, 20241 min read

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...

Nolcha Fox

Feb 15, 20241 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...

Nolcha Fox

Feb 15, 20241 min read

Luckless

Day pines for Night, a woman he’s never seen. They are separated by the rising and setting sun. Day refuses to dance with the light. He...

Nolcha Fox

Feb 15, 20241 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...

Nolcha Fox

Feb 15, 20241 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....

Nolcha Fox

Feb 14, 20241 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...

Nolcha Fox

Feb 14, 20241 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....

Nolcha Fox

Feb 14, 20241 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...

Nolcha Fox

Feb 14, 20241 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...

Nolcha Fox

Feb 14, 20241 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...

Nolcha Fox

Feb 14, 20241 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...

Nolcha Fox

Feb 14, 20241 min read

Blurred

When am I the antelope, the eagle, the horizon bracing against the wind, the fences cutting the bleeding wild into disordered time? When...

Nolcha Fox

Feb 14, 20241 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...

Nolcha Fox

Feb 14, 20241 min read

Picnic

I look out the highest window of a skyscraper to see miniature cars and people scurrying below, ants marching to the last picnic of the...

Nolcha Fox

Feb 14, 20241 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...

Nolcha Fox

Feb 14, 20241 min read

Meltdown

I scream to decompose composure, fracture fragile courtesy with flailing, flying fist. People take me seriously when vases start to fly....

Nolcha Fox

Feb 14, 20241 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...

Nolcha Fox

Feb 14, 20241 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...

Nolcha Fox

Feb 14, 20241 min read

Screecher

I do my best to love the kids that live on my small street. I have three bowls of candy when they come for trick or treat. The neighbor’s...

Nolcha Fox

Feb 14, 20241 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...