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Volume 12.2
Nichole Turnbloom
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52 Middle
You and I inhabit words
find where would splits like grain
drink the dew not of genesis but
rosehips and citrus think to recreate
between lines to bind lines as
Orpheus with his lyra’s touch, lead in joy as in sorrow
reflect oceans seven, the seven oceans reflect
one striated sky that seems so
much rounder with you in my
thoughts: two great blue herons,
slated wings like arms holding up the sky.
Middle line in Sappho fragment 52 as translated by Anne Carson
Nichole Turnbloom facilitates workshops, leads writing groups and reads for several contests. She has an MFA in poetry and been published in Acumen, California Quarterly, The Branches, Garlic Press Lit, Luna Luna Magazine, IWWG’s Anthology Write Forward among other venues Her work is informed by nearly twenty years of providing yoga therapy to those affected by trauma, violence and sexual abuse and delves into themes of fragmentation to restore strength, hope and resiliency. When not writing or reading she sculpts in ceramics and enjoying the natural beauty of Northern California where she lives. Her first poetry collection Out of the Unexpected: Poems with Sappho is forthcoming from Westbrea Literary Group.
