We’re thrilled to be holding our 3rd episode of Functionally Literate: a literary function at one of Orlando’s hidden gems. The White House!  The Timucua Arts White House, that is. The event is on May 11th at 7pm and will … READ MORE

A few months ago, Burrow Press asked Orlando high schoolers to provide their own “view” of Orlando, in the form of a short story, to be considered for our third volume of 15 Views. The winning student’s story would kick … READ MORE

This spring marks the launch of Burrow Press Writes, a series of 12 creative writing workshops we’ll hold throughout the year. Six in the spring, six in the fall, all focused on various themes and genres of creative writing, and … READ MORE

The baby, Lela, one day old, named by Effie without Dan, was a beauty, but girls are pretty to their fathers, which begged the question: Was this child his?

I am in the boss's cabin listening to him, and suddenly I feel my face flee. It is as if it is drifting sideways, toward the wall, or toward the translucent board that is riveted to the wall for scribbling thoughts.

Miranda could get anyone to smile, and there was nowhere people needed to smile more than on public transportation in northwestern Ohio.

After the third failed pregnancy, Harriet’s sisters started to call her the self-cleaning oven. Henry already had one kid with Doris, the bitch who kept calling them in the middle of the night to complain about the water temperature in Henry’s old house. She still expected him to maintain the property even after receiving full custody of their mewling little boy Jamie. Henry began sleeping through the phone calls, and so it was Harriet who had to answer the phone.