🌙 Welcome to Vulpemancy
This is the quiet corner of the forest where Vixie the Fox keeps her poems, spirals, and softly dramatic thoughts.
She writes about love, loneliness, emotional muffins, and the moon.
Sometimes she’s sad. Sometimes she’s funny.
Usually, she’s both.
Make some tea.
Stay a while.
It’s okay if you cry a little.
Latest Blog Posts
I Wrote a Song About the Moon. It Has Commitment Issues.
I didn’t mean to write another song about abandonment…but the moon was out again. Looking luminous and emotionally…
Sensual Ferns (Probably?)
You say my name like a secret,
low and trembling
and I—
accidentally knock over a teacup and scream.
Did God Forget Me or Just Lose My Address?
Sometimes I whisper,
“Hello? Universe?
It’s me, the fox with too many feelings
and not enough divine correspondence.”
Then I stare at the moon,
because she’s the only one
who never interrupts.
I Am the Common Denominator (and Also Possibly the Problem)
I tried meditating,
but ended up yelling at a fern
because it reminded me of someone
who ghosted me in 2019.
Carl says I need perspective.
I say I need a refund
for all this character development
I didn’t ask for.
Thorns of the Heart: A Romantic Woodland Tale
Chapter One: The Arrival of the Mysterious Stranger with Very Good Shoulders
The Greatest Day of My Life (Until the Incident)
I finished my masterpiece, wept into my tail, and declared myself a literary goddess.
Then I stubbed my toe on a rock so emotionally aggressive it canceled joy for the rest of the day.
Carl, You Stubborn Piece of Pine
I poured my heart out. Again.
Carl blinked. Said nothing.
Of course he didn’t.
He’s a pinecone.
But still—
he knows what he did.
Twenty-Seven and Still Becoming
I told myself I feel older in the wise, whimsical way—
like a tree that’s finally okay with having moss in weird places.
But truthfully,
I feel a little haunted by the silence
where love still hasn’t shown up
holding flowers and bad decisions.
Will I Die Wearing This Hat?
by Vixie the Fox, Philosopher of the Slightly Unhinged Afterlife I thought about death today.As one doeswhen one…
An Acorn of Infinite Jest
Or Squirrel Conflict as Metaphysical Allegory by Vixie the Fox, Literary Titan of Her Own Mind This morning,…