Saturday, 18 April 2026

Three Poems by Nolcha Fox

 






The Woman Is Off Her Meds

 

She planted all the pills in her new garden.

She hopes that they will come up daffodils.

 

The man outside her window stands in lamplight every night.

He whispers that her doctors are no good.

 

She wishes he would come up for a visit.

Instead, he grows some wings and flies away.

 

The owl in the tree says she should drive away to freedom,

before her daughter takes away the key.

 

The woman packs her suitcase full of popcorn.

She wears her best fur coat and sneaks away.

 

She thinks she’s in disguise, but no one wears fur coats in summer.

The police are watching every move she makes.

 

She hurries to the bridge, climbs on the railing.

They run to her and try to talk her down.

 

She says that she sees Jesus, and he’s smiling.

She takes a step, then everything’s ok. 

 

 

Degas Would Understand

 

The Degas prints of dancers haunted all my childhood dreams.

I would stretch, then leave the frame to float above the stage.

 

But I could never do the splits or jump into the air.

My ballet shoes bruised toes and bones. I left each dance class limping.

 

My body finally said enough. I had to concede failure.

I hid my beat-up ballet shoes behind my father’s toolbox.

 

Now I am far too old to dance, but I can still remember

the thrill of standing on the stage to dance into forever. 

 

 

No Words

 

You love your truck. You love those heated seats. You love how tires power through to conquer roads when asphalt ends. You love the crispness of the sound from speakers when you turn the volume up so windows rattle through the neighborhood.

 

You consider me too cold. You don’t know how to navigate my moods. You would rather drive away so you can’t hear my words.

 

You love your truck way more than you love me.

You leave tread marks on my back

as exhaust fumes fill the air.






Nolcha Fox’s poems have been curated in print and online journals. A best-selling author, her poetry books are available on Amazon and Dancing Girl Press. Nominated for Best Of The Net and Pushcart Prize multiple times. Editor of Chewers by Masticadores and LatinosUSA.

Website: https://writingaddiction2.wordpress.com/ and https://nolchafox2.wixsite.com/nolcha-s-written-wor/blog 

Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/nolcha.fox/

Nolcha Fox
Editor Chewers by Masticadores
Editor LatinosUSA

 


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