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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There is no other, no other name so sweet, no other name so capable of dropping me to my knees. Cassie Jeans is from Ontario Canada where she lives with her loving husband and t...
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The house sits, quiet in its stillness as it waits.Often empty, it’s never not full.It waits, adorned and ready.Hopeful.Full of compassion and mercy. The doors remain unlocked, day and nigh...
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Irish Lullaby by Nancy Gilbert
At the end of the long road is a housewith yellow daffodils by the front doorand prickly vines growing wildly in the back. As I peer inside the large picture window,I see the musical teapot...
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Monastery Grapes by Terry Trowbridge
Every grape cluster a song the rachis the length of measures each peduncle a point on the staff, each Summer bearing fulsome melodies. Those devoted to choir practice (choristers wh...
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If I could glimpse at glory, I’d stare at the lake and watch as the sun's rays reflected on the waves. If I could capture peace, I’d lay my head on grassy knolls where deer have...
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Deconstruction by Mary Anne Abdo
For I have wounds that are seen and unseen. Hiding my visible scars due to my ego’s vanity. Recalling the pain of how each one came to pass. De-construct me Lord for ego and shame inhib...
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