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.
Articles
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Kate knew it was almost time to leave. When she caught Jordan’s eye across the crowd, she knew he was thinking exactly what she was. The wedding had been perfect, truly what she had dreamed abou...
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Emaline's Gift by Sandy Brannan
Owen reached over and felt the pillow beside him. He could count on one hand the times over the past fifty years that he had reached over and not touched his wife’s soft hair. But now she was go...
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Ally's Flowers by Sandy Brannan
Ally let her fingertips lightly caress the tops of the blooms before bending down to gently smell one. She was grateful she was able to do that now. Everything had been painful for such a long t...
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Kristen wiped at her face, pulling her hands away and looking with surprise at how dry her fingers were. She had somehow managed to cry until she had no tears left. She hadn’t even known that wa...
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Footprints on a Snowy Lake by Sandy Brannan
Audrey looked at the footsteps making their way across the snowy lake and wondered. Pulling her knit hat a little lower on her head, she stomped her feet to allow some warmth to come her way. If...
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