Evening Fall
BY Joan Sullivan
Lovely sunset outside NQ office as we stroll home after a day’s prep on our (you won’t have to wait long for it) surprise…
None This Tide / Nor Any Tide
My Boy Jack, by Rudyard Kipling “Have you news of my boy Jack?” Not this tide. “When d’you think that he’ll come back?” Not with this wind blowing, and this…
Burlington Tooshkenig Brings Rare Indigenous Art Form to Newfoundland and Labrador
BY Ainsley Hawthorn
Between the Great Lakes Huron and Eerie lies a small body of water called Lake St Clair. Detroit sits at the lake’s southwest corner, but its opposite end, across the…