By Victor D. Infante
There’s a rhythm to winter in New England, the way it transforms a day into a week, a week into a month. The way you begin to assume nothing will happen as planned, the way you’re … Continue reading→
Awards season is upon us, and the confluence of nominations for both Best of the Net and Best Indie Lit New England being due has given us cause to review our entire past two years’ worth of work. It’s moments … Continue reading→
By Victor D. Infante
Lately, I’ve been thinking about Anne Sexton. Particularly, I’ve been thinking about her quote, “Suicide is, after all, the opposite of a poem.” The quote came to mind earlier this year, when Radius published its 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→
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 yelping … Continue reading→