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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There's a common heartbeatin mothers everywhereIt's not bound by culture or geography or timeIt's universalSo universal that it's even seen in Marythe mother of the Savior of the world, Jesus...
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Lay Down the Parenting Guilt by Dawn Kopa
I’m convinced that there’s hardly anything on this earth as powerful as a praying mama. There are few testimonies that stir my faith and encourage me like the testimonies of mamas who have stood...
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I am a prism.I hang lifeless in Mrs. Snow’s window,shut off from all light,until Pollyanna opens the curtains. I am a prism.I am cold and colorless,a blessing to no one,until a ray of God...
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What does it mean to be a daughter?I’ve spent years pondering the answer I used to think it meant earning and striving and building my way upUntil I was perfect enough to stand still, unble...
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Fisher of Men by Chelsea Temple
Fisher of Men “Rod, lures, net, check. We can dig up worms when we get there,” I say. Neal looks less than pleased. His dark hair falls over his eyes, but I’ve already told him that he shou...
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A Letter to a Younger Me by Kaylee Dahl
I must tell you -there is a big world out there,and you will wonder and wish to see it. But there will come a time whenyou see the little corner of the worldin which you spend most of you...
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