Submissions to 805's 2024 issues are open April 26th though June 7th. This year we plan to publish one issue in August and a second in Novem

We're excited to nominate two outstanding poems for the Best New Poets 2024 anthology.

After much deliberation, we’re excited to announce our nominations for the Pushcart Prize below. Good luck to these talented writers who...

We’re excited to nominate the following works for the Best of the Net anthology from Sundress Publications. Good luck to our talented...

Welcome to our first issue of 2023, just in time for spring to unfurl itself in front of us, much like the gorgeous flowers on our cover...

Another spring greets us this month with promises of new beginnings. With sunny days lasting longer and nature coming back to life,...

We’re excited to announce Epiphany Ferrell’s flash fiction “Jack and Jill's Final Adventure” will appear in Best Microfiction 2023!...

805 contributor Nina Tichava’s artwork “You Don’t Even Know How Breathtaking You Are” was selected as a finalist for Best of the Net...

They hadn’t told anyone about Jack’s cancer. Not officially. Jill had known. Of course. She was there when he got the call, there to see...

There once was a girl who was afraid to die. The fear knotted her stomach and caused her to shake. Her tears ran dry, and she could do...

There’s nothing inside my coconut bra but the tourists don’t need to know that. They watch my hips, and the men grab their wives’ hands...

We’re excited to nominate the following works for the Best of the Net anthology from Sundress Publications. Good luck to our talented...

My husband slips under the waves and never comes back up. I watch the tide claim his balding head from my beach towel. The aquamarine...

From the passenger’s seat you reach over and turn on the radio. With the windows down at sixty-five the sound is stifled out of hearing...

Cycle 4000 entry 341 My master has not been tending to me as of late. I miss the touch of his fingers. The quick strokes he makes along...

A woodpecker razzing a tree rousts me from a dream set in a ruined clubhouse perched at the extremity of Brooklyn. Broken glass and...

Sunbathers soak in blasted brilliance. Umbrellas on the shore a kaleidoscope canopy. We unpack close to the break feel spray on our...

Jacket: on. Boots: laced and tight. Sweatshirt and sweatpants: saggy for loose maneuvering. I’m on the midnight prowl. I’ll start on...

Freckles dappling skin, how long can you lie in the sunshine before the burn comes to lay waste to your flesh? How long can you stand to...

Anchor chains break, and ships drift to shore. Wrecks collect with the tide, rust, and recede. And every hundred years she comes to...