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,...

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

When you say it like that, you make it so believable, I say. I can still remember the scenery. The sky is blue, the sunlight passes...

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

On Aug. 8, 2011, the temperature in Dallas was expected to soar above 100 for the 37th day in a row. The big question was whether we...

Tides rise and walls fall A system built to keep muddy water from collapsing white walls Infrastructure made to keep fish in their barrel...

He did not expect the heartache of his life to lead to this bar and this barstool and this mermaid on Halloween. She pushed the green...

Baby ballerinas skipped to Tchaikovsky, fine threads of hair crowning their heads and my hair, so tightly pulled into a knot my forehead...

At the very bottom of my bathtub, there is a space for the darkness. It exists for the dark ...

We just heard wonderful news about recent 805 contributor Helena Rho. Her memoir, American Seoul, is forthcoming with Little A, Amazon's...

What is the landscape of my life these days? Mudflat sounds about right—the mud part and the flat part, messy, shoe-sucking,...

topless in the grey light of the master bath, accompanied by store-bought seashells and soaps, a painting of dune grass, remember how we...

I only know Power from the other side of my mother’s eyes when she asks me, what does it mean, my only job is to dress the slur in...