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
RSS feedA soul full of craters, I am made of so much dust and tears, of darkness and thin silver. I wax and wane, fling far and full, then draw dark. I struggle to see, but not you. Y...
Read morePalaces in The Mist by Sarah Tate
Does heaven appear for a momentthere in the rich, red line of the horizon?Or perhaps the random patterns of firefly lightflashing against the brush act as streetlightsleading us through the purp...
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Photo by Lauren Bryant Photography Like a newborn baby, I am helplessAlways in need of a mother's caressIncapable of protecting myselfFinding comfort only in her embrace And whenever I ope...
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As We Traverse the Landscapes by Olatubosun David
Like travellers, We cross this arid land Aiming at the city of rest. As we traverse the landscapes We may, of a truth, sully our feet With besetting dust of sin But we must from...
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In The Places We Cannot Touch by Lisel Soria
I’ve known all things to be a temporary bliss, doing our best to hold onto fading memories and find the same bits and pieces again. You are not glimpses of a lovely past or a blur...
Read moreHow lovely are the mangled trees? With cattywampus roots and knots Whose branches move like dancers Like tilt-a-whirls, Like spiral stairs They breath among the upright The uniform sol...
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