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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We, the people of the world, ambitious by design Are often running straight ahead to an end we can't define We focus all our efforts on what we feel we must Without a thought of what ...
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My Dreams are Not the End-All, Be-All by Kaitlyn Fiedler
Recently, I was having a conversation with a friend about our current life stages- where we are currently in life and where we want to be. As women, we so often speak in the future tense, d...
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I just want to be caught in the midst of you, like how she wasEl Roi, the God who sees-for better is one day in your courts,than a thousand elsewhere (Psalm 84:10)The trees have bid goodbye t...
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If your words are honey,sunlight syrup so sweetonly the hand of God could create it;a strand of amber beadscurling on my collarbone,swirled nourishment and nectarinto hot water and chamomil...
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A bird’s bright song bursts the stillnessas I sit at the edge of the bed,slowing into morning prayer. I hear “Mer-CIE Mer-CIE Merce Merce Merce Mer-CIE Mer-CIE!” Its son...
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Against The Grain by Soraya Safavid
And at the ninth hour Jesus cried out with a loud voice, saying, “Eloi, Eloi, lama sabachthani?” which means, “My God, My God, why have You forsaken Me?”—Mark 15:35, MEV Because he spent ...
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