Two Untitled Poems
By Simon Perchik
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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 … Continue reading→
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 … Continue reading→
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 quality of the work that passes our threshold.
So … Continue reading→
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 goes by, maybe longer. The message is … Continue reading→
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 sounded like the lyrics to a Linkin Park song. … Continue reading→