Just a quick update this morning from the North Dakota Quarterly office. Issue 86.3/4 is back from the copy editors and authors have received their edited work for review and final changes. Once I receive all the poems, stories, and essays back from the authors, I’ll set them in the
Kimberly Becker’s poems are as breathtaking as they are thought provoking. It was an honor to publish three of her poems in the most recent North Dakota Quarterly, and it is exciting for me, as editor, to share two of these poems on the web today. Rumor has it that we have another, unpublished poem
The internet is a magical place with so many strange alleys, dramatic boulevards, and scenic country roads. That you’ve decided to stop by the North Dakota Quarterly page or that one of the webs winding pathways led you here is nothing short of a miracle. Every now and then, something on the internet is
North Dakota Quarterly is proudly based at the University of North Dakota. As a result, we feel the start of the academic year quite acutely. Students return, faculty return, and campus returns to life. It’s almost impossible not to think about the classic campus novels, whether Kingsley Amos’s Lucky Jim,
In the latest issue of Ploughshares, Viet Thanh Nguyen states “literary change at the structural level will not happen without quantification. We will not be able to see how prejudiced our tastes are if we do not track who we are publishing and who we are hiring.” He recognizes, of
A short poem by Dave Wieczorek from NDQ 86.1/2. It’s perfect reading as the days are getting just a bit shorter and summer is giving way to fall: F Is For . . . Felicitous by natureFamous for her charmFelicity by nameFinally, lost to all ~ Dave Wieczorek is a longtime
As the “Frog Days of Summer” are upon us here on the Northern Plains, our collective attention (well, at least mine) turns to the UK where the Ashes have started. The Ashes refers to the diminutive trophy that goes to the winner of the England-Australia, test-match cricket series. This series happens
I had an interesting conversation with a contributor to the next issue of North Dakota Quarterly. We accepted some poems with lines that might exceed the width of our standard page, and the author asked whether we could find a way to publish them without breaking them. There are, of
Each summer, I spend time in Greece doing archaeological field work and thinking about historical landscapes that stretch from deepest antiquity into the 20th century. Certain events in the 20th century have left indelible scars in the Greek countryside and on our collective spirits. David Pratt’s short poem, which appears
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