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

Sep 31 min read

The Hunt

1. Yarn-ornery, pounce, His prey a ball that won’t be good for Christmas scarves. Practice makes perfect. 2. Hunter, under leaves he...

Nolcha Fox

Sep 31 min read

The Space

Grief is the space you used to be, the breath you breathed that rustled kitchen curtains. Grief is the space of everything that left me...

Nolcha Fox

Sep 21 min read

Spinning a Tale

The spindly-legged spinster with a spiny sense of humor has other assets men enjoy. She left them out for all to see when she took her...

Nolcha Fox

Sep 21 min read

Seeping, Weeping

Image credit; Esra Korkmaz @ Unsplash Raindrops on the window seep through pages, wrinkling, running ink that smears and obfuscates the...

Nolcha Fox

Sep 21 min read

Working It

She works the room, first flirting, then demanding. If that doesn’t work, she ramps it up. She sits on laps and slaps us. She doesn’t...

Nolcha Fox

Sep 21 min read

Holes in My Pockets

I paint a smile on my face. I tell myself it’s over, and I can live as I once did, without the endless sorrow. I hide my hands inside the...

Nolcha Fox

Sep 21 min read

U-Turn

You can legally U-turn on the Main Street bridge, return to chase your heart across the miles, speed-grieve under lampposts sprouting...

Nolcha Fox

Aug 301 min read

At Sunrise

She walks the path in golden haze, taking no offense that fences fence her morning walk and guide her to the tasty treats she’ll feast...

Nolcha Fox

Aug 291 min read

Caged or Free

I shall be telling this with a sigh Somewhere ages and ages hence: Two roads diverged in a wood, and I— I took the one less traveled by,...

Nolcha Fox

Aug 291 min read

Why I Can’t Find My Father

Image credit Sarah Whiley I dig through snow with frozen fingers. Branches scratch words in the sky. Don’t bother. We touched the ground...

Nolcha Fox

Aug 271 min read

Gang of Thieves

They rise, they say, to give us room to live and work and play. They say that space is precious. Upward mobility has its price. Look...

Nolcha Fox

Aug 271 min read

If I had an extra November day

I’d play in the leaves I piled up the day before, eat another slice of pecan pie. I’d light the candle in the pumpkin one more night. How...

Nolcha Fox

Aug 271 min read

Enough

The wind begun to rock the grass With threatening tunes and low, — He flung a menace at the earth, A menace at the sky. – “A...

Nolcha Fox

Aug 272 min read

Collaboration Chaos 8/27/24

Collaborative poems written by Barbara Leonhard, Alex S. Johnson, and me! KINGDOM OF QUANTUM ENTANGLEMENT My neighbor left his dogs for...

Nolcha Fox

Aug 261 min read

Hidden Story

My grandfather never told me why my older cousins shunned him. I didn’t know why he guilted us before he left the country. It wasn’t...

Nolcha Fox

Aug 261 min read

Drunk on Summer

The waning days of summer pretend to be the main course, not the leftovers. They pile my plate with second and third blooms of orange...

Nolcha Fox

Aug 241 min read

Flowery Ripples and Jewels

1. Meteor showers sing through the sky, the night ablaze with falling jewels. 2. Sunrise slips his fingers through the bottoms of the...

Nolcha Fox

Aug 241 min read

Hap

I’m hapless at happiness. Any hap that can happen is haphazard in my quest for pure joy. A fortune teller in Hapsburg wished nothing...

Nolcha Fox

Aug 231 min read

Poor Betty

Betty and her friends are ready for lemonade and cookies. Her teddy bear is unaware of their unfortunate predicament. They are under lock...

Nolcha Fox

Aug 231 min read

Hard Winters

Hard Winters He loved under endless blue skies. He breathed in the wind. But the wind left winter chill in his lungs. Some say it was...