Nadia Herman Colburn

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.

Summer 2008

Nothing We Say Is Ever the Soul

By Nadia Herman Colburn

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, […]

Summer 2008

Happiness

By Nadia Herman Colburn

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 […]