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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Different Days By Alec Solomita
Briefly I went out with a girl who lisped, We were very young, fifteen I would guess. She was slender and tall and wore specs, impish and fu...

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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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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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Briefly I went out with a girl who lisped, We were very young, fifteen I would guess. She was slender and tall and wore specs, impish and fu...
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