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

Aug 22, 20241 min read

Driving Dangerously

My lazy eye turns inward and I see twice as much. Driving is a challenge when the double lines quadruple. I don’t know which lane I’m in,...

Nolcha Fox

Aug 21, 20241 min read

Love Sticks

Mothering I hear my mother’s whisper in my mind each time I think of trying something new. Stay alert. This world’s not safe. Don’t take...

Nolcha Fox

Aug 21, 20241 min read

A Path to Uncertainty

My path is a fracture of nightmares and daydreams. I follow my thoughts to a bend that unbends me. My brain out of balance, it threatens...

Nolcha Fox

Aug 20, 20241 min read

Boating

Under the Sea, by Glyn Philpot (England) 1918 I was born on a boat of rock, a boat of silent anger. Don’t rock the boat, don’t tell the...

Nolcha Fox

Aug 20, 20241 min read

Sky Page and You

I tear out a page of silken blue sky to wrap up all our years, to preserve you with all the nights my tears turned to ice cubes, knowing...

Nolcha Fox

Aug 20, 20241 min read

Anxiety Milkshake

1-1/2 cups ice cream ½ cup milk 2 overdue bills 1 layoff notice 1 voicemail threatening divorce 1 note from creepy neighbor slipped under...

Nolcha Fox

Aug 19, 20241 min read

Sprint to Autumn

August bends her knee before the starting line to race around the bend, to win, and swagger with a crown of laurels decked with falling...

Nolcha Fox

Aug 19, 20241 min read

A Fragrant Melody

Morning sings a fragrant tune of flowers wafting their perfume, hummed in three-part by the bees and butterflies. No training of the...

Nolcha Fox

Aug 19, 20241 min read

Not Again!

I can’t imagine why my shoes are never in agreement. Once again they will not point toward the same direction. One wants to walk the...

Nolcha Fox

Aug 18, 20241 min read

Sunday Sillies 8/18/24

Onstage at the Shakespeare Festival The exit lights are dimmed. The stage doors are locked. Under a spotlight, I stand alone. Without a...

Nolcha Fox

Aug 17, 20242 min read

Masticadores Saturday 8/17/24

Lights When I drive home on dusky roads, I look up to see the stars that mirror city lights. When I am free of gravity, I float in...

Nolcha Fox

Aug 16, 20241 min read

There Has to Be a Better Way

My grandpa nailed this odd device upon the kitchen wall. It must be good for something besides cutting my hard head. I finally thought...

Nolcha Fox

Aug 15, 20241 min read

Weeds or Flowers

She called them weeds when they grew uninvited. She called them flowers when she planted them in her garden. Hummingbirds, bees, and...

Nolcha Fox

Aug 14, 20241 min read

Resigned

It doesn’t take a lot of strength to hang on. It takes a lot of strength to let go. – J.C. Watts Each memory, regret, a stone of grief...

Nolcha Fox

Aug 14, 20242 min read

Collaboration Chaos Wednesday 8/14/24

Collaborative poems written by Barbara Leonhard, Alex S. Johnson, and me! Massacre of the Dreamers Pixelated schemes ride silver horses...

Nolcha Fox

Aug 12, 20241 min read

Always Dead

I dress myself in stilted smiles, in lies of lacy webs. The person I pretend to be was never me at all. In front of every camera is the...

Nolcha Fox

Aug 12, 20241 min read

Cloud Surveyor

Hope cannot be bound and chained to stone paths or brick walls. She does not live behind closed doors. No potted plants can tame her....

Nolcha Fox

Aug 12, 20241 min read

Too Dangerous

I’m such a slug. I have no ambition. I prefer pizza and beer at the stadium to playing the field, being jeered as a loser, or getting...

Nolcha Fox

Aug 10, 20241 min read

Too Far Away

It came from somewhere too far to walk, from as far away as the most unreasonable desire, the most devastating hope. – excerpt from...

Nolcha Fox

Aug 9, 20241 min read

Some Days I Call Bullshit

Days like today are never worth the work of getting up. My hair’s a mess no comb can cure. One horn goes everywhere but right. How can I...