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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We have lost our innocence. The purity of youth tarnished by age. We have Thought Viewed Said Done Things we should not have-- things that stain. But God-- Oh, thos...
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My mother wants the curio cabinet in the living room. My uncle has already laid claim to the bedroom suite in the guest room. Everyone is picking and choosing amongst her things like buzzards ov...
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for three days she left a tear broken seam on her wrist no more hiding in the garden torn fabric like split stems she has risen I can see it Anna Khoury is a s...
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Resthome Road by Charles Edwards
Along rusty gravel roads ofwest Tennessee river bottomsLie remnants of cryptswhere death awaits Spirits creep in hallwayspreaching fire and brimstoneSaving lost souls fromthe perils of Ha...
Read moreA soul full of craters, I am made of so much dust and tears, of darkness and thin silver. I wax and wane, fling far and full, then draw dark. I struggle to see, but not you. Y...
Read moreLove Letters From Here To Eternity by Tina Gibson
“Be devoted to one another in love. Honor one another above yourselves.” Romans 12:10 NIV Our social media was snail mail. We met in junior high, two totally opposite chicks with a whole lo...
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