Hot in the Kitchen!
Under Surveillance Deer jump the fence to criticize the taste of leaves and flowers. Rabbits check the greenness of the grass in our...
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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:
Nolcha Fox
Sep 211 min read
Too Hot to Handle
Lava Hot mama Fries her lovers Wish I had her Sizzle inspired by: https://skepticskaddish.com/2024/09/18/w3-prompt-125-weave-written-week...
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Nolcha Fox
Sep 201 min read
The Deceiver
Lady Autumn is so lovely in her crown of falling leaves. She promises to wed us in a gown of brilliant reds and yellows. Her kisses...
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Nolcha Fox
Sep 171 min read
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....
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Nolcha Fox
Sep 161 min read
Suckers
Phillip Burne-Jones, Vampire (1897) She was a vamp, a red-haired tramp. At her icy stare, the women simply disappeared into the...
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Nolcha Fox
Sep 131 min read
Separation
I served myself a notice that I noticed I was halved, and needed to repair the break I found within myself. I could no longer play the...
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Nolcha Fox
Sep 121 min read
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...
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Nolcha Fox
Sep 122 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 111 min read
Leaving the Leaves
Summer slips slowly to yellows and reds. Chokecherry trees scatter purple goodbyes. Aspen leaves wither and crunch underfoot. Mornings I...
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Nolcha Fox
Sep 101 min read
Haze
I see the air I inhale, forest-fire smoke that turns the flowers to pale haloes ready, waiting while I bend and drop the weight of you...
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Nolcha Fox
Sep 101 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 91 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 91 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 81 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 71 min read
You don't think
You don’t think about what you say. I don’t say what I think. The perfect marriage. published in Five Fleas: https://fivefleas.blogspot.c...
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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...
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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...
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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...
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Nolcha Fox
Aug 211 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 81 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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