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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:
A Little Interlude
An accidental brush of hands as bride and groom danced to the band. We didn’t mean to meet this way. We might not meet again. But we can...
Nolcha Fox
Jul 29, 20241 min read
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The Letter Man
Tom Barrett’s image of artwork, sculpture by Spanish artist Jaume Plensa He sits in silence at the lake, depleted of his vigor. He’s...
Nolcha Fox
Jul 29, 20241 min read
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A Case of the Mistakes
It’s all the little things conspiring to do me in, not guns or knives or horse stampede or shark attack. Your thoughtless words that...
Nolcha Fox
Jul 27, 20241 min read
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What it Takes
It takes mistakes and lucky breaks and grit, devotion to another soul to build a house of sweat and dreams, and grow the seeds of love.
Nolcha Fox
Jul 26, 20241 min read
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Down the Road
Death walks my garden, sits in my tree house. He pulls out his stopwatch to count down my life. I jump in my junker, black smoke behind...
Nolcha Fox
Jul 24, 20241 min read
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Obfuscation
You are a spider, weaving web words that obscure imagination, shrouding me with sticky statements, clouding conversation so I don’t know...
Nolcha Fox
Jul 23, 20241 min read
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Summer Surfing
Summer simmers the city to a slow boil, melting the buildings and traffic to thick chocolate lava I ride on a surfboard to get to the...
Nolcha Fox
Jul 22, 20241 min read
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Nothing is Safe
Rabbits nibble marigolds, lavender, and roses. Raccoons steal my strawberries. Deer denude tomato plants. My garden is their diner....
Nolcha Fox
Jul 22, 20241 min read
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Sweet Mystery
Strawberries hide the sweet treat inside. I confess, I can’t guess. Just a taste, I won’t waste this surprise. published in Medusa's...
Nolcha Fox
Jul 19, 20241 min read
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White Lies
The clouds are a cotton candy blanket covering the morning, heating the streets that ripple, an illusion of cool waves. Such a tease, you...
Nolcha Fox
Jul 18, 20241 min read
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Escape
Blue feather quivers, trapped on twig, a longing to escape from pricks and locks and stone and wood, to fly beyond what holds it down, to...
Nolcha Fox
Jul 17, 20241 min read
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Royal Kingdom
I am the queen of my office. Ruling is such a big chore. My printer is surly, refuses commands, and cannot print out regal edicts. My...
Nolcha Fox
Jul 17, 20241 min read
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Everybody Knows My Name
Baskets of laundry Hanging out in the hallway Calling my name I changed my name, and I don’t speak laundry. I speak frozen custard....
Nolcha Fox
Jul 17, 20241 min read
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Leaves
Every day unfurls as it must, without my leave, I have no say. The sunrise is a promise furled, a swirl, a whirl to be undone. But how...
Nolcha Fox
Jul 15, 20241 min read
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I Just Can’t Say It
What I need to say to you is acid reflux, a swan dive into a volcano. You won’t cry. You won’t let me walk out the door alive.
Nolcha Fox
Jul 15, 20241 min read
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Super Star
It’s a rocky life atop a pedestal of stone, fault lines airbrushed, body turned to catch the perfect lighting for the photos by admirers...
Nolcha Fox
Jul 15, 20241 min read
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Flight
Hollyhocks and bee balm adorn my back garden. Each petal a delicate paper wing scented with sense of summer flying toward fall. published...
Nolcha Fox
Jul 15, 20241 min read
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Hair and bone
Hair and bone persists in graves, in museums. It’s all that’s left when memory fades into fossil record. If I could retrieve the hair...
Nolcha Fox
Jul 14, 20241 min read
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Views from the Cliff
“Some days I can set myself adrift in space. In time.” from “Cliff-Dweller” by Sarah Connor Some days I’m cliff, unmoving, snared by...
Nolcha Fox
Jul 13, 20241 min read
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Superpower
My superpower is getting out of bed published in Five Fleas
Nolcha Fox
Jul 13, 20241 min read
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