Nadia Herman Colburn’s poetry and prose have appeared in The Kenyon Review, The New Yorker, Conjunctions, Southwest Review, and elsewhere. She is completing a memoir about pregnancy, motherhood, and art.
Poetry
Summer 2008
Speaking to a Friend Who Speaks of Suicide
I lower my voice my child playing in the little house, putting in the father, taking the father out from the bath in his clothes. And on the other side […]
Poetry
Summer 2008
Nothing We Say Is Ever the Soul
Walking through the park we imagine our children running into some room, letting the door slam, a vase of tulips placed that morning on the kitchen counter. See, see yourself, […]
Poetry
Summer 2008
In the Meadow
One by one or ten by ten or ten thousand by ten thousand. Like trees cut down in the ancient forest. And I with my hammer and nails. With my […]
Poetry
Summer 2008
Happiness
Wherever I looked something opened. In the tree, a hole where the squirrel, all fall, brought its nuts. Amid the sidewalk, the little blades of grass, still strong after the […]