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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:
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...
Nolcha Fox
Sep 30, 20241 min read
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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...
Nolcha Fox
Sep 21, 20241 min read
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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...
Nolcha Fox
Sep 20, 20241 min read
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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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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...
Nolcha Fox
Sep 13, 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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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...
Nolcha Fox
Sep 12, 20242 min read
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Leaving the Leaves
Summer slips slowly to yellows and reds. Chokecherry trees scatter purple goodbyes. Aspen leaves wither and crunch underfoot. Mornings I...
Nolcha Fox
Sep 11, 20241 min read
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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...
Nolcha Fox
Sep 10, 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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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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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...
Nolcha Fox
Sep 9, 20241 min read
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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...
Nolcha Fox
Sep 8, 20241 min read
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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...
Nolcha Fox
Sep 7, 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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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...
Nolcha Fox
Aug 24, 20241 min read
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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...
Nolcha Fox
Aug 23, 20241 min read
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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
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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...
Nolcha Fox
Aug 8, 20241 min read
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