about Calla Press, the Literary Journal
WHO WE ARE
We publish articles on faith, poetry, prose, essays, flash fiction, short fiction, and book excerpts. Max is 5,000 WC per literary genre.
As of August 2026, we are open for online literary submissions only. We are currently not accepting entries for a print journal at this time. Please subscribe to know when we do open for a print journal!
Please fill out our Formester form here to apply and submit your work. Entries submitted by any other means will be overlooked. Thank you for understanding. Please wait two weeks before submitting new work. Simultaneous submissions welcome. Please expect to wait one to two months before hearing back about the status of your submission.
Welcome to Calla Press
Calla Press began in 2017, when our founder first started publishing others' work on her website. In 2019, that early collection of writing evolved into an online literary journal through Issuu every year thereafter, laying the foundation for what would become Calla Press.
The journal soon expanded into an annual print publication. You can find our published journals online.
Today, Calla Press is an established literary journal publishing work submitted online on a rolling basis. We remain committed to creating a thoughtful, lasting space for writers and their work.
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Mason Jar Summers by Sandy Brannan
Jacob leaned into the comfort of his wife’s hand on his back. He knew she was sad too, but there was no way she could fully understand what he was feeling right now. From their place on the fron...
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From Strawberries to Sunsets by Stephanie Nygaard
The buttery sun was melting down the wall and bathing the floor in liquid light. Susannah knew that if she didn’t move quickly, she would miss it. She grabbed the Bible that had belonged to her ...
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Jesus Is the Way Home by Sandy Brannan
Sarah reached out to pluck a piece of grass, twirling it in her fingers before lifting it to her mouth. She tried to remember the first time Lucas had taught her this trick. They were both just ...
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Fisher of Men by Chelsea Temple
Fisher of Men “Rod, lures, net, check. We can dig up worms when we get there,” I say. Neal looks less than pleased. His dark hair falls over his eyes, but I’ve already told him that he shou...
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Dying embers in the western sky cast a glow over the young woman seated on an old wooden porch, squinting at a slim volume in her hand. They heard her singing her last song, The Lady ...
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Remembering Graham by Sandy Brannan
She never knew she could see so much without opening her eyes. Listening to the breeze as it gently lifted the leaves away from the tree brought with it a smile. Harper felt a tear make its way ...
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