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’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...

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...

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...

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...

“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

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

-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...

I didn’t mind being a mail-order bride. Even when I had to travel six years to meet Larry. Mr. Elon Musk himself put us in cold storage...

I’ve learned to resonate with the small and empty space between the brush strokes that comprise the wilting leaves shadowed beneath...

The poet left many papers, and his cousin, who appointed himself his literary executor, separated them into plastic boxes bought at a...

I. A three-year-old’s preamble: Let’s talk about ants. Ants can walk. Ants don’t have feet. Ants have feet...

Maranda is twenty-five years old, has purple hair, a nose ring, and big blue glasses. She’s a trained opera singer, having graduated from...

Willow Park was empty when she arrived. The thin strip of orange sunlight was melting at the bottom of deep blue. She stepped over an...

The summer that I was seventeen, I worked for my uncle and aunt at their rustic cabin resort in northern Minnesota. They gave me my own...

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

Phone calls to the kitchen during service were a nuisance, so I was gruff when I answered. I regret that now. “Kitchen. Chef.” “Raych,...