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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Dumpster-Diving Deity by Mark D. Stucky
Dirty, broken, and forgotten,discarded as worthless junkat garage sales and trash collections,were treasures I have rescued.Where others saw rubbish,the eye of this beholdersaw creative poten...
Read moreContemplation by Linda McCullough Moore
I go for a walk to think about God. It’s different from praying. It’s different from anything. It’s impossible. He is too big. Too old. Did Abraham and Moses think of Him? It doesn...
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Father, if the many times you told me warned me to not turn down that dark alley but I did, finding nested in its nooks what you knew all along, if the many times you spoke and I...
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There's a common heartbeatin mothers everywhereIt's not bound by culture or geography or timeIt's universalSo universal that it's even seen in Marythe mother of the Savior of the world, Jesus...
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I am a prism.I hang lifeless in Mrs. Snow’s window,shut off from all light,until Pollyanna opens the curtains. I am a prism.I am cold and colorless,a blessing to no one,until a ray of God...
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What does it mean to be a daughter?I’ve spent years pondering the answer I used to think it meant earning and striving and building my way upUntil I was perfect enough to stand still, unble...
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