Stranger Inside
In the womb, this stranger was strange to the body that held it. Not sharing. Taking. She was a parasite, stealing blood and air and...
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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 111 min read
Good Enough, Maybe
My cooking attempts are more edible. The kitchen remains intact. I haven’t had to scrub any gunk from cabinets or walls. I’d still rather...
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Nolcha Fox
Feb 111 min read
What We Really Mean to Say
No matter that invitations to sunsets and tropical beaches, slow dancing and darkened rooms come out of our mouths as Do you need...
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Nolcha Fox
Feb 111 min read
Marriage of Convenience
It was the event of the year. A starlet with a promising career. An older entrepreneur. A marriage of convenience for both of them. She...
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Nolcha Fox
Feb 111 min read
Three Whatever-They-Are Kus
Dinner never tastes as good as the picture on the frozen dinner box. *** Your voice lodged in my bones. I opened my ribcage to find you....
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Nolcha Fox
Feb 111 min read
Life Forgets I Age
The life inside is a child popping balloons, running through rainbows sprayed by sprinklers, The life inside does not believe in aching...
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Nolcha Fox
Feb 111 min read
Uncharted Journey
I have no map, no boat, no stars, no instruments to help me find my way. All I have is clocks to tick down time. Even if I sit on...
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Nolcha Fox
Feb 111 min read
Tree of Anger
Its branches cannot bear the trauma sprouting out as leaves. Too heavy, outshoots shatter, leaving splinters on the ground that pierce...
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Nolcha Fox
Feb 111 min read
Dark Traveler
This moment is strapped into the front seat of my car as I accelerate into the future. This moment tells me it’s all happened before, and...
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Nolcha Fox
Feb 111 min read
Cherry Cough Medicine
Sickly was a sentence of long hours in bed, a heavy chest where mucus sat and laughed. I’d rather be in school than humidified by hours...
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Nolcha Fox
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The Ultimate Love
We loved a love, or so I thought, that earth had never seen. Our passion set the seas to boil, the earth to shake, the wind to blow. I...
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Nolcha Fox
Feb 111 min read
Bear Strut
You don’t see me in the night. But you can hear me, snuffling, snorting, sorting through your trash. I expose the dirt, the lies, the...
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Nolcha Fox
Feb 111 min read
Where Chocolate Strawberries Come From
Imagine some fruitcake farmer mushing up straw into little hearts and spray-painting them berry red. Then he rolls them in paddies from...
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Nolcha Fox
Feb 111 min read
What’s in a Word
‘When I use a word,' Humpty Dumpty said, in rather a scornful tone, 'it means just what I choose it to mean — neither more nor less.” –...
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