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
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
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
As 2022 comes to an end, you should be receiving issue 89.3/4 of North Dakota Quarterly even as we speak (weather permitting of course!). Wrapping up the year and another issue is a nice opportunity to take a look back before starting to pull together the first issue of volume
We have three (ok, maybe four) little updates this week and as a result, it felt like a good time to keep our “Three Things Thursday” run going. Thing the First We’re very happy to announce that NDQ 89.3/4 has gone off to the printers! This means that it will
Over on my regular blog, I sometimes do this thing where I put together three random-ish things and call it “Three Things Thursday.” I then identify each “thing” using the weirdly archaic subtitles: “Thing the First.” I don’t know why I do this other than some nostalgia for olde tyme
I have a little tradition of making sure that I post the final work to appear in each issue of NDQ. Maybe I do this because I don’t want it to be missed, or maybe it reflects my little habit of flipping to the back of a magazine to see
It’s autumn here in North Dakotaland and that means that we are enjoying the last gasp burst of color from the trees along rivers and streams, a certain smokey crispness in the air, and the drone of leaf blowers and lawn mowers that anticipates the guttural growl of the snow blower.
As we’ve entered week two of the semester, my practicum course on editing and publishing has once again selected a poem to appear this week on the webpage from our most recent issue NDQ 89.1/2. Cyndie Zikmund’s “Man on Twitter Who Isn’t Your Friend” embodies the tension between the world of
Living here in North Dakota it is sometimes easy to think of poetry as being an overly bucolic affair. This is, of course, insane (or at least not very smart). After all, one of my favorite books of poetry published in recent years is Jim Daniels’ Gun/Shy which is firmly
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