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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Be Fruitful and Multiply by Carson Cawthon
The barren womanraises laughter,her daughter. The unmotheredmothers sisters,draws near and shares their breath. The lonelyfathers steps towards waterfor those who never thoughtthey could ...
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Plumes of ethylene settle around my fast ripening oranges“What is it?”They seem to say“This isn’t the sixth day,don’t let us remain until morning”Chemically coordinated abundance Wild oak t...
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The third threat of a lightning clap hovers me.Lucky number three of the holy trinity—one Godhead with His third set of arms mangledin a trinity knot.That is His perfection, the product of Hi...
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Garments of Praise by Mary McReynolds
Two tracks veered inside my mind, and I could follow only one, the nearest cleaving hemispheres inside my right/left deadpan brain (stay with me here and understand): to mend the so...
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The gentle approach Of the morning light When God speaks to me His voice soft Like rose petals Fragrant with wisdom And answered prayer. Steve Bell is a native of Southern Ca...
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I Pray Thee, Lord, My Soul to Take by Mary McReynolds
When now I lay me down to death, I seek no other epitaph but that I took God at His Word, and let His mighty, living Sword cleave my sin away in Blood offered to redeem the flood. ...
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