At NDQ, we don’t do much to lobby for particular essays, stories, or poems when it comes to the various literary magazine and small press awards. This is mostly because we think all of our contributions deserve recognition and that the arts is an area where competition may do more
I have a little tradition of making sure that the last work in any issue of NDQ gets a little extra attention here on the website. For NDQ 90.3/4, it’s Nathan Whiting’s poem “To Scale.” Its unconventional formatting shakes up what it means to read a text and to experience
We are excited to announce that issue 90.3/4 has gone to our publishing partners at the University of Nebraska Press for typesetting and printing. To celebrate this milestone in the publication process, find a preliminary table of contents below! Fiction Little FingersMolly Weisgrau That Type of GirlEvelyn Maguire Straight
As longtime readers and supporters of NDQ know, we had our offices in Merrifield Hall on the campus of the University of North Dakota for nearly the entire history of the building. When the Quarterly finally decamped from Merrifield Hall, it was a sad day. In light of our long
Bill Caraher | As I dig back through the NDQ Archives, it’s great to see names that appear both in issues edited by the former editors (especially Bob Lewis) and in those that have appeared over the last five years. Earlier this week, I was drawn to a poem by
Bill Caraher | As readers of this blog know, I’ve been a bit obsessed with the prairie poet Clell Gannon recently. In fact, I’m working to produce a “centennial edition” of his 1924 book of poems Songs of the Bunch Grass Acres. As part of that process, I’m doing a
Bill Caraher | One of my first opportunities to contribute to NDQ was as part of an expanded and refreshed editorial board. This was in 2014, and I supposed it emboldened me to proposed naively an issue dedicated to the “slow” movement. When it appeared a year later, I felt
Bill Caraher | Every now and then we hear about how an author got their start publishing a story, poem, or essay in a little magazine. These are heartwarming stories particularly in situations where the author goes on the greater renown. There are a lot of other stories that reveal
Bill Caraher | If you leave me alone in the NDQ archives, there’s no telling what’s going to happen. On a lark, I decided to check out the 1973 volume of NDQ (41.3 for those of you with a scorecard). Coincidentally, I’ve been wading my way through Robert McAlmon’s 1924
Bill Caraher | Like most readers, I’ve been mildly obsessed with Robert McAlmon since I first encountering his name during the breathless revelry associated with the centennial of Joyce’s Ulysses. Evidently McAlmon typed parts of “Penelope” and exerted some kind of editorial influence over its final form. I encountered McAlmon
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