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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Dream for Eternity by Martina S. Christian
One day, I will stand On the top of that mountain— Yes, the highest peak you see With something that will play Some perfect sound within me— A harp I’ve never touched, Yet, I’ll play all the ...
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Dimming Tide by Mary McReynolds
And so odd, as we speak ofdeath and dying, all theslips as time goes awayalways ready for the nextthing to do, to think, tosee things through. Even the base mundanetakes push and shoveelicits...
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Finally Comes to This by mary mcreynolds
Words will soon run out,all the syllables sailingon the wind of thoughtsand inspirations,hopes, and aspirations,fears and agitations—the sum is staggeringif one could count thetotal, weigh th...
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Nehemiah’s song by Ashlyn McKayla Ohm
You know my name: the comforter. You’ve heard my voice Sing within these streets to call you home. Raise your faces, children of the breach, Justice melts to mercy. Yahweh’s reach From pal...
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I Found a Way by James B. Nicola
I found a way to wonder without worry, pursue a path to pedal free of pain. I've learned that Godspeed doesn't mean to hurry day after day to make the morning train. A meditation may be tra...
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How long have I hidden in wine presses, squeezed by insecurities? A harvest of words a fiend forbids A gleaning of grief pursuing the glow Middle aged, and the Midianites no longer scare m...
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