Tanya Rakh was born on the outskirts of time and space in a cardboard box. After extensive planet-hopping, she currently makes her home near Houston, Texas where she writes poetry, surrealist prose, and cross-genre amalgamations. Her writing has appeared in numerous journals including The Gasconade Review, Redshift 4, Literary Orphans, Fearless, Yes, Poetry, and The Rye Whiskey Review. Tanya is the author of two books: Hydrogen Sofi and Wildflower Hell, new editions of both available from Posthuman Poetry & Prose.
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The Green Police By Michael Minassian
My wife and I walk through the neighborhood every morning, pretending we’re the Green Police, marking which houses leave the outside lights...

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Driving through New England, I notice small towns all have a cemetery crowded with tombstones, weathered and leaning into each other like ...
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Sometimes when I look at myself in the mirror I can’t shake the image of Monstro Elisasue. Created out of neglect, out of selfish greed of...
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A lone man sits in a locker room, clad in running shorts, a tank top, and track shoes. The warm, stale air clings to him, thick with resolve...
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