Summer 2008 • Vol. XXX No. 3 Poetry |

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 of the window, across the street, in the twilight, wet with rain,                     the bearing forsythia.

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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.

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