Poetry

"...sirens sound in the distance..."

"...these shy flowers know their place in the world..."

"...until you come across that one poem..."

"...we rejoice when it croons with us..."

Nolcha Fox has written all her life, starting with poop and crayons on the walls.

"...There needs to be boundaries and those boundaries must be protected..."

"...Ambitions abandoned a heart resigned..."

"...But if you so enjoy it, it isn't a disorder..."

"...the world seems to be giving me the silent treatment..."

"...Blood spills Life overturns..."

"...her touch reconnoitered the world of my hand..."

"Spring's oldest tree invented honey..."

"...those mysterious machines on rubber shoes..."

"...You run with a bad crowd..."

"...steady my heart and soul with present moment awareness..."

"...The morning casts a shadow familiar to the eyes..."

"...Her soft voice Is the cry of the single quail at dusk..."

"...In any obsession tortured doubt crawls past reason..."

"...Like a reporter in April mining the mind of a poet laureate..."

"...trying to conjure a lasting rainbow..."

"...Without a rap or reason allies jink to other journeys..."

"...how the sudden spark of your words could ignite..."

"...Branch by branch, bark and roots..."

"...we'll cleverly hide away in swamps..."

"...We look ahead At the emptiness..."

"...Devastatingly uprooted The trees of airy-fairy amour..."

"...crazy and dying and grasping at the shiny bits...."

"...Its laughter was sharp and loud...."

"... In the mind a painting appears, dark, mysterious..."