If you can make it here...

New York wants your soul!

Or rather, The New Yorker wants your fiction (and your poetry, and your letters to the editor, and also your "Shouts & Murmurs" and "Daily Shouts" (whatever those are), and furthermore your cartoons and cartoon captions)!

Clickity-click here for specs and directs.

Pay is secret, but bragging rights are valuable (or invaluable, depending on your GAFs).