Like Sand Through the Hourglass…

January 2018

Like sand through the hourglass, so is the creative cycle of NQ. Our Spring issue copy deadline is just one month away…

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…