Poem by Emily George
Resurrecting Ophelia By Emily George Tosca, come down and join me here in the crowds. We all know the end; we know you leap. But before your final note resounds I would take you in my arms to keep. I...
View ArticlePoem by Hakim Bellamy
Like Me By Hakim Bellamy We don’t dream of getting even we dream of getting liked why would I want to put anyone through the things that were done to me? I am better than that I am a triumph of...
View ArticleHow We Survive: Pop Songs, Poetry and What Falls Through the Cracks
By Victor D. Infante In a lot of ways, it’s not surprising that around late 2010, in the wake of a rash of highly publicized suicides of youths who were bullied for being gay or for being perceived as...
View ArticlePoem by Colin Gilbert
A Father’s Instructions on Survival By Colin Gilbert when they come for your perfection bless them for highlighting your faults removing the weight from your spine when they come for your virtue tell...
View ArticlePoem by Tony Brown
The Blood I Can Draw By Tony Brown Joe Frazier’s left hooks were on my mind right after I turned eleven and had just listened to the Fight Of The Century on a scratchy AM radio under my covers a few...
View ArticleFour poems by Jacqueline Morrill
Resident Room# 216 By Jacqueline Morrill Her yellow horse painting No eyes says it all. Rear legs too short, Raised by father more like a hyena on the side lines, He crossed the lines of overbite...
View ArticlePoem by Daniel McGinn
My Part in the Musical By Daniel McGinn My mother liked to dress me. Slacks were required with the school dress code. After school I wanted to wear Levis, just like other boys. Mother was insistent...
View ArticlePoem by Tara Brenner
The Better to Bite You With, My Dear By Tara Brenner When our mothers raised us, I don’t think that any of them meant for us to inherit malicious intent. Every male lion knows Send the lionesses to do...
View ArticlePoem by Jason Henry Simon-Bierenbaum
Bully By Jason Henry Simon-Bierenbaum You don’t need to read the story to know how it ends — some kid made an example, pulled by his feet around the room, mouth shoved with socks like a Christmas...
View ArticleIndex of Poems & Essays in the ‘Radius’ Bullying Series (And A Few Words of...
First off, I just want to say thank you to everyone who chimed in on the Radius special series Art, Bullying and Culture. We knew it was a big topic going in, and once we were actually in the topic, it...
View ArticleNew Chapter, New Faces, Same ‘Radius’
By Victor D. Infante As we prepare to resume our third volume of Radius, it’s a good time to note that there are a few new names on the masthead, and a few old names in new positions. After lengthy...
View ArticleOne Just Man: Saying Goodbye to Seamus Heaney, and Resuming the Third Volume...
By Victor D. Infante When I was a teenager living in England, I became obsessed with Ireland, the land of my mother’s ancestors … a place that seemed so close and yet, for a poor college student, as...
View ArticlePoem by Rushelle Frazier
Nobody Body By Rushelle Frazier suppressing a scream holding my breath all the water in my body revolts against the sticky thin walls of my body having swallowed too many words overused the sugar...
View ArticleInvented Forms: The Baker’s Sonnet
By Robert Wynne The Baker’s Sonnet is a 5-stanza, 13-line rhyming poem with 13 syllables per line. Rhyme scheme and stanza organization are as follows: ABA / BCD / CDE / FE / FA. This form results in a...
View ArticleDrive All the Horses at Once: Charles Bukowski, 1967
By Richard Modiano One Saturday afternoon in the autumn of 1967 I was visiting the Dialog Bookshop on Fulton Avenue in Van Nuys California. The bookshop was across the street from the campus of Valley...
View ArticleLife After Birth: how becoming a mother made poetry vital
By Lauren Gordon I used to write really bad poetry. Really, really bad poetry. Poems about Boone’s Farm Strawberry Hill wine. Poems about being lonely, misanthropic, angsty — basically poems that...
View ArticleI can’t leave the former well enough alone: Looking for every you after...
By Jean Macpherson Leaving the past behind is never simple. Like the ridiculous nature of encountering a long-lost high school boyfriend is tempting. You read the message over and over again. A year...
View ArticleOur Best of the Net Nominees
In its short history, Radius has been blessed to publish poems and essays that are not only excellently written, but also artistically and personally brave. We’re consistently flabbergasted by the...
View ArticlePoem by Dalton Day
Battlefield for Frank Stanford By Dalton Day 1. On the night you left we had a dream about wolves again They bit into the tires of cars drug flowers through the streets while we watched from our...
View ArticleTwo poems by Simon Perchik
Two Untitled Poems By Simon Perchik * You water this box the way flowers take up the slack are circling down to reach the corners who have lost everything, torn from the rot all wood scrapes against so...
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