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 feedMarriage asks, indiscriminate: who dies first? The human Christ, of his many doubts, would posit nothing by the flesh alone. Surely I am no fool, Lord—but I beseech that you know this ...
Read more"As a Wave" & "Tonight" Poems by Michael Hartland
As a Wave As a wave God swept me away The sands of my stability dissolved But drowning was a baptism I found myself standing on a ...
Read moreExalting the Lord even with your name,May His Glory your life proclaim.Let Him be your Savior from an early age,Let His Story be written on every page.In all your ways may His light shine,May it...
Read morePaint my World Again Dear Lord, I see an empty canvas, only botches of sorrow and pain,I see sickness and death, anguish and suffering,People in loneliness, in depression, sinking into depth...
Read more"Four Letters" Poem by Merideth Tullous
From a babe you said the simplest word, Not knowing the depth, it holds. As time whips by the word grows strong, Melting my heart with love. Like fresh falling rain, your voice sings tru...
Read moreI wrote the below two poems for my dad who faithfully carried out prison ministry in India for 38 years even after being bed-ridden. Till the end, he kept visiting the prisons in a wheelchair t...
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