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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:
Nolcha Fox
Oct 10, 20242 min read
October 2024 Feature
Waiting to Be Worn Meeting misunderstandings leave us punctured and jagged. Abrasive reactions cause bristled veneers. Time will smooth...
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Nolcha Fox
Sep 12, 20242 min read
September 2024 Feature
On a Roll I rattle through my broken vows in this barrel of regrets. I pray for rain to wash away my excuses and pretensions. I pray that...
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Nolcha Fox
Sep 10, 20241 min read
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 ...
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Nolcha Fox
Sep 9, 20241 min read
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...
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Nolcha Fox
Sep 9, 20241 min read
Blown Away
My blues are brown from smoky air, depressed by stillness, nothing moves. My heart was blown away by breezes from a slamming door. Please...
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Nolcha Fox
Sep 8, 20241 min read
The Absence of Your Presence
Your presence is no longer present. Although I sometimes think I hear you whisper in the shadows of my mind. Photographs and shadows fade...
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Nolcha Fox
Sep 2, 20241 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...
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Nolcha Fox
Aug 26, 20241 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...
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Nolcha Fox
Aug 24, 20241 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...
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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,...
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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...
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Nolcha Fox
Aug 8, 20241 min read
Poems on Time (August 2024 Feature)
Up and Down Once was waves and boats, then diving underwater for a swim among the fish. Air depleting, back to boat, an up-and-down ride...
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Nolcha Fox
Jul 30, 20241 min read
Nine Months Gone
Nine months is pregnant with loss, a big ball of emptiness lodged in my gut. My gut wants to disgorge you, regurgitate you, bring you...
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Nolcha Fox
Feb 11, 20241 min read
Austin-Healey
You loved driving that Austin-Healey, top down, wind blowing your hair back. You grinned between puffs on your cigar. The canyon was...
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Nolcha Fox
Feb 11, 20241 min read
The Ghost in the Cellar
She roams the rooms, sometimes a shaft of sun, or shadow out of step with light or dark. Sometimes I see her, nod my head, think nothing...
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Nolcha Fox
Feb 11, 20241 min read
Searching for a Perfect Life
You want to live the perfect life, you don’t know what it is. Aunt Mae says life is gardening, you live it on your knees. Your...
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Nolcha Fox
Feb 11, 20241 min read
Tower
You are determined to reach God, and you don’t care how high you have to build or what you use. You start with the Legos your parents...
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Nolcha Fox
Feb 11, 20241 min read
I Had to Eat Vegetables After You Died
Vegetables. You always worried about me eating enough vegetables. I eat them now, I promise. I salt them with my tears. I eat all...
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Nolcha Fox
Feb 11, 20241 min read
Garage Sale
I lug all my yesterdays to the front lawn. All mistakes and failed choices. My husband says that most of this should go into the trash....
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Nolcha Fox
Feb 11, 20241 min read
The Ache
I no longer find you in this dry riverbed. I only feel the loss of you faded into crusted mud, barren banks, receding undergrowth and...
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