Once, she held me in her rippling arms, soft Mother, breathing her buoyant, murmuring life into my little body. Her shores stretched like...

i have gathered bits of skin and memory and have packed myself in Tupperware to a city whose name only birds have heard at my hometown in...

When I was younger, I think, I wanted to be an astronaut. Lying on the roof of my not-so-mobile mobile home, which sat on concrete slab...

“O, I have suffered With those that I saw suffer! A brave vessel, Who had, no doubt, some noble creatures in her, Dash'd all to...

The cat tails loft upward, moving in the breeze. This a place of light, where we are made of light, where we float on water.

The sun has let go for the moon to begin surfacing, as the multitude of colours erupt in the sky, you curl your fingers and lace them in min

What’s the sweet science if not a series of experiments where irresistible force meets an immovable object?

Melba held the moon in her hand, caressing it gently, opening and closing her palm around the silvery sheen. It often slipped in through...

We have big news for the future of 805 Lit + Art. After being published by Manatee Libraries (and funded by the Friends of the Central...

This post is part of 805's “My Home Library” series that features writers and artists enjoying their home libraries. Read Laura's...

If she could write you a letter, she would say that she tried. She’d apologize for lying, but it’s all she knew. Lies, and want, and him....

With a startled gasp, Enora shot up in bed, her small hand flying to her bosom. Her ragged breathing filled the room until Enora felt her...

We’re thrilled to announce that Stephen Foster Smith’s creative nonfiction piece “Molasses Men Dance Wildly Under Flamingo Suns” was a...

We couldn’t get in To visit you. You were in the place Where it’s serious. We waited outside of The inside window, Hoping to get a chance...

This post is part of 805's “My Home Library” series that features writers and artists enjoying their home libraries. To this day, I...

In early 1972, I stayed for a short while with my parents in Kansas City after spending the previous year and a half as a volunteer poverty

This post is part of 805's “My Home Library” series that features writers and artists enjoying their home libraries. It took far longer...

They sat on opposite ends of the room. Jorge against the grate covered radiator, which happened to be off for once, and Cherry on her...

This post is part of 805's “My Home Library” series that features writers and artists enjoying their home libraries. My books spill out...

-1- She is the oldest of seven children and the mother of one. She and her next sister were born in Pratt, Kansas. Her family moved to...