Last month Lane Chasek, whose poem “Surviving Mardi Gras” we published in North Dakota Quarterly 87.3/4, posted a cool little story about his grandmother and NDQ on his blog. He recounted that his grandmother read few literary journals and NDQ was one of them because we published a handful of Jimmy Carter’s poems
Earlier this summer, Taylor Brorby published Boys and Oil: Growing Up Gay in a Fractured Land (Liveright 2022). The book has received strong reviews and Taylor is doing the rounds of readings and interviews (which you can read here, here, and here). Over the last decade, Brorby has emerged as one of
I have a soft spot for poems that feature objects. Maybe this marks my enduring attraction to Gertrude Stein’s Tender Buttons or maybe it speaks to my professional interests as an archaeologist. This week, I’ll indulge my soft spot and feature a poem by David Starkey called “A Cigarette is
As summer slowly starts to ebb here in the Northern Plains, periodic showers fortify the infamous “frog days of summer” where the region musters a bare imitation of humidity to give folks something to complain about while in line at the supermarket. The mild temperatures and the rain remind us that we live on
As someone who likes a nice pickup truck and lives in a community full of pickup trucks, a poem about pickup trucks will always get my attention. Diane Webster’s poem “Man Pickup” will resonate with anyone who lives in a town with plenty of pickup trucks. More than that, it
Bill Caraher | I think it’s fair to say that events of last week shook many readers, contributors, editors, and friends of North Dakota Quarterly. I continue to struggle to process the Supreme Court’s decision and the legislative fall out across the United States. I know that I’m not in the position
Sharon Carson | This year, our NDQ blog nod to Pride invites you to cool off in the seasonal heat by venturing down some elaborate audio rabbit holes, along paths created via a collaboration between WFMT radio in Chicago, the Chicago History Museum, and those talented archivists dedicated to making
It’s summertime and in the U.S. this still means baseball. It seems fitting, then, to feature some poetry from John Poff who was a major leaguer and is a brilliant poet. As our poetry editor, Paul Worley, points out in his introduction, his work isn’t so much about baseball as
This spring, I once again had the privilege of packing the North Dakota Quarterly office into boxes in preparation for a move to another new office. This is always a treat because I get to learn how much NDQ’s archive weighs and how many reasonably sized boxes it takes to
