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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How Can I Keep from Singing by Awara Fernandez
I sang my father Home last week. My life flows on in endless song, above earth’s lamentation The last decade of his life was a journey through the Shadowlands of Alzheimer’s disease tha...
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Silent mysteryNow flesh and bone.Of me - Yet not me. Holy new andWholly you. The sacred mingling ofDivinity and dirt;The Potter and hisClay. Still wet with theImprint of His scarred pal...
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A Window View at Regency Park by Leslie Bustard
Proverbs 4:18 As light streams underneath a closed door, then once welcomed in, radiates wide— whisking away every shadow— today’s dawn spread brighter and brighter across t...
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Delivered Through by Jennye Bock
The fire lurked insidiously. From a distance. Shy at first, lacking show. A slow burn. Unseen—unless someone was looking. But she wasn’t. And he wasn’t. When a new season arrived, the sli...
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Grateful in the Broken Places by Donna Bucher
Like so many broken dreams, the glass shards slid from my hands into the waste basket. The tiny slashes on my palms betrayed the jagged edges recently held there. As I rinsed my hands under c...
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Christmas Eve at a Gas Station by Chelsea Temple
Imagine this. Two people, a man and a woman, have been traveling for weeks, they are foreigners in a new place and they have nowhere to stay. The woman is heavily pregnant. Little do the peop...
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