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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I am still trying to finda pathway through airto each of the tiny lightspiercing archipelagoalong dark rampartsof a night-hidden mountainbrooding above the old ski resortin garments of cold c...
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Locution II: this is a love that kills by Nicole Rollender
A swallow’s wings splayed / on the barn floor / crucified. / Do sun-drifting bones / remember the whole / of the bird? / Looking backthrough its flight / the eyes that saw / a whole world / i...
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Reality Check by Emma Michaels
can I be honest sometimesI cannot stomach the reality ofheaven & eternity & forever actually meaningforever but you (faithful you) have given me a handle to hold (tocling to, white ...
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Scapegoat by Patrick Theron Erickson
The Lord has laid on himthe iniquity of us all.* Now if it is laid on himit is no longer on us We no longer have tolay low We can arisetake up our bedsand walk we cripples as the la...
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Hungry Pilgrim by P.C. Scheponik
I am like one of David’s hungry, breaking into the Temple granary to eat my fill, or one of the twelve come down from the hill into the sabbath fields, sapping off the fleshy grains tha...
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Laughter can Echo to Monday by Lee Kiblinger
Laughter can echoto Monday,the wave born fromSabbath liturgy,resounding in song,then fed withbread brokenat the table of love. Peals reach acrossthe tired carpet,cheerful chortles,girlish g...
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