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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My Dear Little Kayla by Kirk Jordan
(1991) Editor's Note: The poet of this work relayed that the subject written of in the poem is now a mother herself. What deep joywe find in a stalwart tapas you, our ballerina in the...
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“Pharaoh gave Joseph . . . Asenath daughter of Potiphera [Padipera], priest of On [Iunu], to be his wife.”—Genesis 41:45 The daughter of the sun and Nile, I liveBy waters flowing down to th...
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Autumn Hues by Anna Rose Corell
There’s a hue Of amber And burnt orange in the air, Matching the ever-fading light As the sun sneaks Into its hibernation. My eyes water at the sight Of its slipping away, ...
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Garden Queen by Chelsea Barnwell
I am a gracious garden queen. My words bring life. Sprouts leaf and green. I raise one up, I cut one low, Instruct the vines which way to grow. Break up the quarrels, bind lovers, ...
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My Daughter Asks When Numbers End by Matthew J. Andrews
and I struggle to explain infinity, that there is a road with no terminus at either end, the concept so foreign to the finitude that surrounds us: the orange rotting in the fruit bowl...
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“In him all things hold together.” - Colossians 1:17 If God was glue the vase sitting on the edgewouldn't be afraid to breakbecause it would knowfrom body to baseit would live to be resha...
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