Radar Poetry

Radar Poetry Radar is a journal of poetry and artwork. Radar Poetry is an electronic literary journal. We are interested in the interplay between poetry and visual media.

We publish poems from established and emerging writers and welcome international submissions. Our taste is eclectic; we encourage submitters to read our past issues before sending work. Each issue features pairings of poetry and artwork, selected by the editors and contributors. Radar Poetry offers an annual award, the Coniston Prize, for the best group of poems submitted by a woman poet writing in English. The winner and all finalists are published each year in the October issue of Radar.

Time flies! The deadline for this year’s Coniston Prize is ✨ August 1 ✨ The brilliant Diane Seuss will judge. Any poet w...
30/07/2025

Time flies! The deadline for this year’s Coniston Prize is ✨ August 1 ✨ The brilliant Diane Seuss will judge. Any poet who identifies as a woman is eligible. $20 entry fee, $1,000 prize. Don’t miss out! Link in bio.

We will pull the curtains soon:just another thin layer of barely protection.—John WalserArtwork by Tinamarie Coxradarpoe...
30/07/2025

We will pull the curtains soon:
just another thin layer
of barely protection.

—John Walser

Artwork by Tinamarie Cox

radarpoetry.com/january

So I am writing this lip to hold what I can of having/ the fear of falling built right into the walls.—John A...
28/07/2025

So I am writing this lip to hold what I can of having/ the fear of falling built right into the walls.
—John A. Nieves

Artwork by Lawrence Bridges

radarpoetry.com/liftoffs

If one more person asks me if I want to have a baby,/ I’ll be no closer to the answer. —Lauren MoseleyArtwork by Stephan...
22/07/2025

If one more person asks me if I want to have a baby,/ I’ll be no closer to the answer.

—Lauren Moseley

Artwork by Stephanie Ann Farra

radarpoetry.com/swimming

⏰ Two weeks left to submit! This year’s Coniston Prize is judged by . $1,000 prize. $20 submission fee. Any poet who ide...
18/07/2025

⏰ Two weeks left to submit! This year’s Coniston Prize is judged by . $1,000 prize. $20 submission fee. Any poet who identifies as a woman is eligible. Visit radarpoetry.submittable.com or follow the link in bio.

In his story, a boyish conqueror from New Jersey helps a clam digger’s black-haired daughtercomb the Osaka surf. —David ...
09/07/2025

In his story, a boyish conqueror from New Jersey
helps a clam digger’s black-haired daughter
comb the Osaka surf.

—David Moolten

Artwork by Thomas Vogt

radarpoetry.com/redundant

With the first snowfall comes remembering—I am a child, window/ -ledge high.—Zack Medlin & Caitlin ScaranoArtwork by Kim...
05/07/2025

With the first snowfall comes remembering—I am a child, window/ -ledge high.

—Zack Medlin & Caitlin Scarano

Artwork by Kim Kei

On the second dayat the Opéra stopa woman stood and gestured to her seat. Years of wishing and fallingshort, I shook my ...
03/07/2025

On the second day
at the Opéra stop
a woman stood and gestured to her seat.
Years of wishing and falling
short, I shook my head and took it.

—Deirdre Lockwood

Artwork c/o Getty Museum

Left to the rapture of spring exhalesand garden-grade dirtImagine any day or fenceshe’ll be content with the conjuring—K...
01/07/2025

Left to the rapture of spring exhales
and garden-grade dirt

Imagine any day or fence
she’ll be content with the conjuring

—Kelli Lage

Artwork by Jessi Yocum

The tides rock back and forward, even this winter/ I have seen the shore’s ice buckle in by afternoon/ The pressure of t...
30/06/2025

The tides rock back and forward, even this winter/ I have seen the shore’s ice buckle in by afternoon/ The pressure of the great sea’s fingers breathing in,/ Out until I’m afraid the ocean will drain away.

—Jimmy Kindree

Artwork by Jennifer Croney Chernak

inside where diacritical marks/ of dragonflies still fly, swooping around your rib cage,/ braking for bones, and chalk-d...
28/06/2025

inside where diacritical marks/ of dragonflies still fly, swooping around your rib cage,/ braking for bones, and chalk-drawn// stars spangle your mother, alive, forever/ on the faulty film of your brain now.

—Sarah Giragosian

Artwork by Max Cavitch

That’s the thing about hope. It fills ships. It reaches 100 miles off the coast of definitely here and plunges into plac...
24/06/2025

That’s the thing about hope.
It fills ships. It reaches
100 miles off the coast
of definitely here and plunges
into places without air or light.

—Mk Smith Despres

Artwork by Ellen Kombiyil

radarpoetry.com/plane

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