Our editors at North Dakota Quarterly are busy folks working to keep the quality of the journal as high as possible and pursuing their own creative work. Last week, our poetry editor, Heidi Czerwiec published a series of five prose-poems at KYSO Flash inspired by vintage perfume. (As an aside, check
by Wayne Harrison Prologue—September 17, 1994 (31 days after the killing) These seconds are the last he has and he counts them silently on the hard bunk. When the rubber sheet crackles he restrains his breath, staring through the cell door window at a panel light that smells of bleach
The waning days of summer bring stories of summer travels, and this got me thinking a bit about travel across North Dakota. I’ve lived in North Dakota for more than a decade and every trip out of town feels like an adventure as prairie vistas, small towns, and prospering little
Exquisite Tangent The Tapestry of Bayeux It winds through the rooms, enormous. Orange, umber, flora and fauna, exquisite technique, serpents uncoiling, the meaning of hounds, stallions stitched with sea-blue hooves. Imagine that Meteors Fall into the limbs of a cherry tree and they set the pink blossoms ablaze. The petals
By W. Scott Olsen Monday, December 14, 2015 I had expected a sound. Something deep, low frequency, something earth-core and knee shaking. Something heavy. Something I would feel in my teeth. Something dangerous, threatening, pressing. There was a storm on Lake Superior. Gale warning. The waves had grown large and
62 years ago, the University of North Dakota welcomed George F. Starcher and two years later, North Dakota Quarterly awoke from its 23-year, depression-induced slumber. In the first volume of its return, NDQ featured an article by then President George F. Starcher titled the “Future of the University.” Starcher probably
Last week, the managing editor at North Dakota Quarterly mentioned that a few folks were inquiring about whether they could pull together a selection of the articles and special editions on Hemingway published by NDQ over the past 30 years. It so happens that Robert W. Lewis, the long-time editor
Jaclyn Patterson We stilled time together all that long winter before. We were needing many small, tender things: things kept in jars, lightly toasted, and resembling antique watches. The hill was ours. We stood one-footed atop the snow, warm and unknowing in our knowing. Inside, Eliza. Weakened, she rallied the
A quick shout out to our friends down the road in Moorhead, Minnesota where Concordia College publishes Assay: A Journal of Nonfiction Studies. The website is beautiful. The content is thought provoking. And the impulse to consider and reflect on the essay as a kind of writing is particularly valuable
Stewart B. Shelley I don’t go camping anymore. The contents of a pamphlet proffered recently by an earnest young park ranger should explain why: The National Park Service (USNPS) welcomes you to Yosemite National Park. Enjoy your camping experience, and remember: this is bear country! In the event that you are awakened in
