By Jeffrey R. DeRego
We’re in the men’s room. His tongue tastes like old cigars, cheap whiskey, and garlic. His hands are all over me, but I don’t concentrate on that because he’s … Continue reading→
With the first wave of our fiction experiment underway, the time has come for us to begin the delicate business of seeking submissions.
So here we are: Radius is now accepting fiction submissions. But because we’re Radius and can’t … Continue reading→
By Gary Phillips
Part Three
Warfield and Goodacre frowned at each other and got the receptionist off the floor. Later, he paced about in the warehouse-sized headquarters called the Hidden Fortress, the name … Continue reading→
By B. DeMarco-Barrett
Part Three
The fog had rolled in and the mist on my face felt sweet, a blessing. I actually skipped a few blocks down through Union Square to Grant Street … Continue reading→
By Victor D. Infante
Part Four
I can’t remember the last time I cried in front of anybody. Not since I was a little kid, at the very least. And even then, I … Continue reading→