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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Your words Not theirs Are strong enough for the dirt And the blood The rough and the bad. So when you speak of my tears Seen and collected Numbered and known A different ache ...
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At The Cross by Jennifer Toscano
His Spirit leads me to the cross.I see His wounds.I see Him struggling to carry His cross.My eyes look over His every scar.The weight of His sacrifice is palpable.The atmosphere is shifting...
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A special thanks to Quinton Peralta Annie Spratt The spring blossoms bloom as the Holy ChildBlesses every creature—nothing idle.He makes all creatures smile with glee.He gives them a cho...
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On Behalf of Growth by Sarah Tate
Annie Spratt I stand with something as elusive as a shadow.Here within the glistening grasses,the tufts shooting up from ice-melt. Somehow, I can believe the winter mornings,as cold and gr...
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Living Grateful by Samantha Cabrera
Doesn't depression cause our one broken mind to be so aware that we are broken, so we need to harbor close every given moment? I look to the stretched golden fields that just awoke to the mornin...
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Emaline's Gift by Sandy Brannan
Owen reached over and felt the pillow beside him. He could count on one hand the times over the past fifty years that he had reached over and not touched his wife’s soft hair. But now she was go...
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