Self Portrait
written by: Nichole Turnbloom
A kind of blindness
encroaches,
the days decrease
in light,
but not
in length.
In the mirror
clay, water
flour stone
smear. A painter’s knife
delineates
the line
of a jaw,
a shadow
at the throat
dips, the collarbones
curve, the last
ribs protrude
I can no longer
find myself.
Nichole Turnbloom is a poet, yoga therapist, amateur potter and workshop facilitator. She currently works for a nonprofit where she provides individual and small groups sessions to those affected by trauma and violence. She has an MFA in poetry and has completed additional training through the Institute for Poetic Medicine. You can read her work at Acumen 108, Westbrae Literary Group Issue 2, and online at various venues.
Latest posts by Nichole Turnblom (see all)
- Self Portrait - November 20, 2025
- Eye of The Needle - February 16, 2025
