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
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I love fall. The vibrant hues of the leaves, the cooler temperatures, the smells of bonfires and pumpkin spice everything. The falling leaves are a constant reminder that even in seasons ...
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Hands washing dirty feet.Mind swirling with accusations.Heart beating with many sorrows.Eyes weepy with the grief of humanity. His back riddled with furrows of mangled flesh.Thorns plumme...
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Today is the first day I’m scheduled to meet with a group of friends by candlelight to do an Advent reading together. We set aside three days in December for this. We found a dark room at church...
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Salt of the Earth by Manndi DeBoef
Mateo Di Lorio My newly nine-year-old son proceeds to tell me this sweet story, with a salty twist... "When I was four years old, I was hungry for something sweet. I went to the pantry. ...
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Left Vanished by Chelsea Temple
I feel like Otis from that old show my grandmother used to watch. If it wasn’t at one time in black and white, it wasn’t allowed on her television screen. The cops here know me by name. Tho...
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Annie Spratt I just want to validatethat fear you feelis rather real,and does not make you any less—in fact, the ones we deem “the best”still battle fear like all the rest. I just want t...
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