Poems about Loss by Nolcha Fox

Photo by Gru00e9gory Costa on Pexels.comVelveteen Waiting

The blue velveteen chair
by the window knows
how to wait.
The blue velveteen chair
waits for the curtains to open,
for the sun to lay itself
across soft blue arms.
The blue velveteen chair
waits for the dog
to fall asleep on its lap.
The blue velveteen chair
waits for the curtains to close,
for the lights to turn on.
The blue velveteen chair
knows how to fill up the corner
with patience.

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You’re Not Dead

You didn’t depart
from your body.
Your head is in a bag
you brought to the bar.
You order two drinks.
One for you.
One for your head.
You pour a beer
into the bag.
Your head screams.
I can hear it.

~~

Who Knew So Cruel?

I swam it in the uterus,
sucked it at the breast.
Cruel words were words
I learned before
I learned to say a word.
Cruelty hid in humor
that ground me into dust.
Who knew that cruel
was not the same
as hugs to warm my shoulders?

Copyright © 2026 Nolcha Fox
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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/

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Erasures by Nolcha Fox

Time tries to erase all the traces of you. The hands you once kissed are now stiff with old age. The ring when we married slides into the drain. The photos of us have turned brown and decayed. The hands you once kissed are now stiff with old age. The hair that you stroked is now thinner and grey. The photos of us have turned brown and decayed. The words that you whispered are fading away. The hair that you stroked is now thinner and grey. The ring when we married slides into the […]

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Nostalgic Poems by Nolcha Fox

Photo by Arina Krasnikova on Pexels.comMy Mother’s Eyes

She could spot my secret spots,
anywhere where I hid.
She always saw exactly where
my thoughts went skittering off.
She observed my moods before
I felt them heat my cheeks.
Even with her back to me,
her eyes were everywhere.
With her death, I found her
with me in the strangest way.
I can see through everything.
I see the future long before
it happens. Why? My mother’s
eyes adorn my body as
her mother’s eyes adorned her,
eyes to eyes to eyes to eyes
to eyes to eyes.

previously published in Entropy

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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 yours to wind around your finger. The road was yours to another place. A place that only looked like the beach. It was a place where you were free of wife, children, job, and chores you listed and color-coded but never did.

I visit your grave and wonder if you’re smoking a cigar while you drive that Austin-Healey on the serpentine roads of the Great Beyond. I wonder if you drive too close to the car in front while you point to the canyon below.

I wonder if I’ll join you for a road trip when I die, hanging on in terror in the back seat.

previously published in MasticadoresCanada
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Cleaning House

While he goes to the bakery for cinnamon rolls, she declutters the kitchen, one cabinet at a time.

Memories spill out of the first cabinet. The morning chill, she doesn’t need that. Coffee with friends, rich and fragrant, not so important. Years of Thanksgivings, Christmases, and New Years, she didn’t see those people anymore, so they could go. Family vacations, she still had the pictures, so why keep duplicates? The move from one town to another, so disruptive, she could toss it. The death of her brother two decades ago, she was tired of dragging that out with the spice jars. Fifty years of marriage and two children, old news. Seventy-five years in California, boring.

When he comes home, he asks her why she’s staring at an empty cabinet. She says, Who are you?

previously published in Write Under the Moon

Copyright © 2026 Nolcha Fox
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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/

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“Socially Unacceptable” by Nolcha Fox

Photo by u0415u043au0430u0442u0435u0440u0438u043du0430 u0428u0443u043cu0441u043au0438u0445 on Pexels.comSocially Unacceptable

I’m that weird girl
eating with my hands
under the trees in the park.
Grease drips down
my face and arms.
My lips are stained
from berry kisses.
Crumbs and clutter
flutter in the breeze
and fall around me.
Mothers pushing strollers
wrinkle noses,
rush by
without a wave.
Birds and squirrels
approach, applaud
and join me in the feast.

Copyright © 2026 Nolcha Fox
All Rights Reserved

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/

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“Unwilling Traveler” by Nolcha Fox

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I have no choice.
I move around the sun,
through space,
changing, changed
by forces out
of my control.
All the maps are lost
and reconstructing
into starpaths
morphing as I watch.
I can’t find a
rest stop,
restroom,
restaurant
through breathless
wanderings.
I’m trapped,
embraced,
by deathless cold
until my journey ends.

Copyright © 2026 Nolcha Fox
All Rights Reserved

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/

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«It’s Almost Christmas, and I Still Can’t Buy Love» by Nolcha Fox

«It’s Almost Christmas, and I Still Can’t Buy Love» by Nolcha Fox

Everything is on sale for Christmas. Everything except love. The stores must keep it in the back, stuck between the two left shoes and the fluffy bunny minus a tail. Wrapped in duct tape so that it can’t run down the aisles and spray-paint the merchandise. Or the customers.

The man with dark glasses sitting next to me in the movie theater tells me love is just an excuse for money, and this film doesn’t have it. He whispers he saw love sitting on the curb, smoking a cigarette. The cigarette is stubbed out, and the concrete is still warm by the time I arrive, but love is gone.

I follow some kids to the ice-skating rink. They tell me love is a sheet of ice. The rink manager refuses to sell it to me, but he rents me some skates.

I kiss the ice. The ice only freezes my lips together. I want to introduce it to my mother, but it is too big to fit in the car, and it melts when I try to hold it.

I drive home without love. I drive home with blue lips and wet clothes, and a sticky business card from the man with dark glasses.

I’ll have to ask Santa for something else.

*Previously published in Mad Swirl

*Image by Brigitte Tohm on Unsplash

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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/

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Within Reach

Summer’s pears hang low enough, I reach them from my seat. A book I love is close enough to relish with delight. I start to cut those juicy pears to eat while I am reading. But words distract…

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So Tender

She gently dusts flat surfaces. She carefully cleans the dishes I left in the sink. They shine. She gently polishes silverware, although it’s stainless steel. She finds the keys I lost again …

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It might be safest to think inside the box—depending on what’s in there! Episode 36 of the tiny frights podcast, featuring the poem “Wild Things Must Be Boxed and Labeled” by Nolcha Fox, is available now. Check your usual podcast sources or use one of the links below.

Bandcamp: https://caracabecreations.bandcamp.com/track/tiny-frights-episode-36-wild-things-must-be-boxed-and-labeled-by-nolcha-fox

RedCircle: https://redcircle.com/shows/bd120807-a3c4-49a2-b380-80cc1a2c7442/ep/b0ef6cb5-e0a3-441b-a562-68902c83693d

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