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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:
Music to My Sawed-Off Ears
This not-music is sandpaper and saw to sensitive ears. Polar bears and elephants scream and flee from the noise to the next great...
Nolcha Fox
Oct 17, 20241 min read
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October 2024 Feature
Waiting to Be Worn Meeting misunderstandings leave us punctured and jagged. Abrasive reactions cause bristled veneers. Time will smooth...
Nolcha Fox
Oct 10, 20242 min read
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Frozen Insanity
He plays on ice, not thinking gloves can quell his arctic chill. He thinks some safety straps will keep him from a watery grave. He...
Nolcha Fox
Sep 30, 20241 min read
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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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So Sexy
Supersized lips may lure you in with promises she won’t spill the beans about illicit trysts. But don’t believe a word she says, you’ll...
Nolcha Fox
Sep 27, 20241 min read
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Seasons
continue uncontained, a puzzle of coincidences and connections, rooms within dreams within light within sound, unpierced by skyscrapers,...
Nolcha Fox
Sep 24, 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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Last Walk
Today I walk in golden glow of autumn in the woods. The stream reflects the darkening sky and trees in reds and ambers, ready to embrace...
Nolcha Fox
Sep 23, 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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Riding Out the Storm
Little bird, so small, with mottled feathers, I wonder if you quake upon that bouncy branch when thunder shakes the ground, or if you see...
Nolcha Fox
Sep 14, 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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For Autumn
Soon the lawnmower will depart to safety of the shed. The hoses will wind around their wheels and hide until next year. The fire bush...
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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Gear Shift
Coffee is calling. As I make a fresh pot, I see wild rabbits gobbling up grass below trees with leaves turning yellow for fall. The wind...
Nolcha Fox
Sep 9, 20241 min read
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Fall
Fighting the rake, I’d rather play in all the leaves that fall. Let my husband do the work. Leave me all the fun. inspired by:...
Nolcha Fox
Sep 8, 20241 min read
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So Shiny
She makes a path of shiny seconds as she flies through the hours. A path to take her home in case this moment disappoints. But jackdaws...
Nolcha Fox
Sep 7, 20241 min read
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Grief Starts Small
She is a tiny thing at first, a mouse that crawls through holes in walls, eluding baits of midnight phone calls that I know will...
Nolcha Fox
Sep 6, 20241 min read
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