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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Find Him in the tiny droplets of rain kissing your upturned face.In the warmth of your morning coffee spreading through your belly.In the feather-soft skin of an infant. In the crunch of ...
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Faithful Father by Jennifer Toscano
Oh, faithful Father.I see you with your arms wide open.I hear you calling my name.I see your eyes upon me and a gentle smile on your face. I wonder how long you've been waiting for me?Have ...
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You are the constant in the chaos When the world around me sways You are the Author of my story The light that guides my way You are the Refuge where I run, The Shadow where I hid...
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Why would I pray for healingwhen He makes no mistakes; What if healing doesn’t matchour earth-sidetemporaryphysical ideals; Should I cry out,ScreamLet my temperengage in a tantrumof its...
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O' melancholy man, let the past be past!Look deep into the earth, and you'll find thatyou are not the worst beneath the sky.Let the bright hope make you riseand pray for those in deeper pain....
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Fixer-Upper by Angie Crea O'Neal
Annie Spratt “Why do the wrong things grow here,” I spit, prying weeds elbow-high from the flower bed out front, the one next to the bald spots in the grass, thanks to last year’s drought. I...
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