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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Once Adrift by Caitlin N. Pate
Out at sea we have drifted, Bound to no land, The depth too great for anchor. Tempests have risen, Tossing our ship Upon wave and gale. Fog fallen so thick Neither shore, nor s...
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For the Woman Living in the Park I Jog Past by Ashlee Spear
You are the God who sees me, Hagar cried when the angel found her in the desert. Slumped toward death but she marveled not at the angel’s promise of life & descendants. She...
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This can’t be anything but winter,not with such a snow-packed canopyand the surrounding hills vanilla-white, while the return from the storerequires walking sticks, studs on boots,to thwart...
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Midnight Piano by Jason Visconti
The moon begins to swell and the scales are real, Allow the stars to float backwards like musical notes, A symphony sweeps through constellations from movement to movement you'll tell, ...
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The stillness of the early morning;as the sun timidly peers his golden faceupon the gray mist of night exhaling.I sit and drink tea.It is warm with milk and honey and tasteslike all the count...
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Hidden in the depth of the valleyWeak and layered with dust,Too fragile to hold a breath. A mere skeletal frame of what ICould haveShould haveWould have been. You clean them off with aGen...
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