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...

Growing feels a lot more like incessantly turning, wondering which memory from your past will take a new form in the future. Feel the...

Once upon a time, a long time ago, there was a lovely, young queen with black locks who lived high up in a castle with an angry,...

Shanti rolls the loose end of the sari and ties it tightly around her waist. She sits down on the inverted tin and dusts the stone on...

If your pain could speak to you, it would say "leave me" You've been taking me all along Carrying the ache in your hands. Halt your steps...

In my bitter sixteens I tasted like sweet, succulent blackberries. As dark as I presented myself, my skin oozed red sap onto anyone with...

A favorite pastime of Manzhoulians is to collect broken and discarded items. Homes are often decorated with the unwanted and it is not...

As we sit on the couch, I look out at the gray sky. It’s almost charcoal, with lighter strokes here and there. I hear the thunder growl,...

Tell me who raised you again, dusted dirt off your saffron-soured bones? After your resurrection, you smelled of peat moss, dirty socks,...