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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.
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For a complete listing of links to my poems and other cool stuff:
Strung Out
I walk a tightrope of frayed string. At journey’s end it strangles me. If strangulation be the means, strangle me with strings of pearls,...
Nolcha Fox
Sep 30, 20241 min read
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Hotel Lobby
Hotel Lobby – Edward Hopper 1943 Time sits still in the hotel lobby, crosses her legs, reads a book, waits for Death to walk in the...
Nolcha Fox
Sep 26, 20241 min read
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Autumn Dream
Leaves dress up in lipstick red and lemon gold to dance in wind that chills the bones. One by one, leaves kiss the ground, goodbye to...
Nolcha Fox
Sep 24, 20241 min read
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23 comments
Again a Solar Equinox
Another chance for perfect balance, harmony comes twice a year. At least up in the heavens. If I could be in perfect balance, I would be...
Nolcha Fox
Sep 23, 20241 min read
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18 comments
My Body Has Coffee With Love
Love whispers forever. It learned to lie from my younger self. That self that didn’t break from scrapes from falling on the concrete....
Nolcha Fox
Sep 17, 20241 min read
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Suckers
Phillip Burne-Jones, Vampire (1897) She was a vamp, a red-haired tramp. At her icy stare, the women simply disappeared into the...
Nolcha Fox
Sep 16, 20241 min read
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Along the Trail
I met myself with all my faults that shook the rocky path. I dusted off all my mistakes and laid them end to end. My errors stretched...
Nolcha Fox
Sep 12, 20241 min read
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The Myth of Belonging
I take a mental snapshot of this building I call home. We thought it was the place that we could die for. And die in. We built it ...
Nolcha Fox
Sep 10, 20241 min read
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11 comments
Our Mothers
Our mothers know time as a face on the band around their wrists. They know seasons as months they tear off the wall. They know love as a...
Nolcha Fox
Sep 9, 20241 min read
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Tabloid Tableau
Pretty faces grace the tabloids, They’re so crucial. I ignore them, check the weather, shred their kissers for kitty litter. the tableau...
Nolcha Fox
Sep 5, 20241 min read
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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 3, 20241 min read
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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 2, 20241 min read
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20 comments
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 29, 20241 min read
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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 27, 20241 min read
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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 26, 20241 min read
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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 22, 20241 min read
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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 21, 20241 min read
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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
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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
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Jar Ajar
My jarful of lightning bugs, little flying stars, was ajar. They escaped from conscription, jarheads no more. In shock, I dropped the...
Nolcha Fox
Aug 5, 20241 min read
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