Kathy Z. Price’s power offers an overwhelming barrage of imagery that cascades… or maybe careens… through the four stanzas of her poem “The White Negro Girl’s Diary” which will appear in issue 90.1/2 (after sitting in my inbox for way too long). Check it out below. Check out more from
Sometimes there are coincidences that draw you to a poem or evoke a work in your mind. Over the last few weeks, I’ve been planning my summer field work seasons in Greece and Cyprus (in my day job, I’m a field archaeologist). As I’ve been working to stomach the exceptionally
I have a little tradition of making sure that I post the final contribution to each NDQ issue here on the blog. For issue 90.1/2 which just went to the publisher the final contribution literally named itself: David F. Young’s “The End.” This is one of those stories that is
We are very happy to announce that North Dakota Quarterly 90.1/2 has headed off to our publishing partners at the University of Nebraska Press this week. This is the tenth issue that I’ve overseen as editor, and the 90th volume of NDQ to appear. I feel like it is as
This week, as NDQ 90.1/2 comes into focus, I have also been working on a small book project with students in the University of North Dakota’s practicum in writing, editing, and publishing course. This book is a new anthology of NDQ contributions produced by some of the most clever and
One aspect of NDQ that we don’t celebrate as much as we should here on the website, is how much quality non-fiction we publish. This content not only ranges every bit as broadly as our fiction and poetry — from the character of lawns and floods to the kind of
Last semester, the North Dakota Quarterly team collaborated on a practicum on editing and publishing in which we focused on preparing an issue 89.3/4 for publication. The students organized the issue, identifying which essays and poetry to include from the pile of already accepted material. Judging from the comments that I
Every now and then, a poem hangs in my head. Trevian Hunter’s short, untitled poem from NDQ 89.1/2 is one of those poems. I’ll just let the poem speak for itself. You know the rest: if you like what you’re reading here, check out more from our most recent issue, consider
One of the greatest pleasures of being the editor of NDQ is getting to hang out — whether virtually or far less frequently, in person — with the spectacular folks on my editorial board and to celebrate their work. This year has been a very good one for NDQ’s editors!
At my day job, I’m a historian and archaeologist. As a result, I think a lot about time. I think about how time feels, how we sense its passing, and what marks it leaves behind. I’m not sure, however, if I’ve ever explicitly thought about its scent. Fortunately, Gail Tirone’s
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