Postscript is a journal of words. Art, too. But mostly words. Our submission guidelines are below. But really, the best way to learn about a magazine is to read it, like our lovely Issue One here.

SEND US the electric. Send us the breathy, the risky, the strange. Poetry, fiction, creative nonfiction. Definitions, plays, lists. Send us the insanely elliptical, the rapturously lyrical. Send us anything you see fit to send us.

WE WANT writing that discovers, the slow ache of finding. Give us what's whole and full, a harvest moon. Give us the many divisions—cultural, generational, linguistic. How does this swoon? How does this crack? We want the exquisite, the fraught, the exotic. Be careful with moon imagery. We want the lost boys with Peter playing games in the backseat, or God on Twitter, or corn that knows how to wisp. Except don't send us Peter or God or corn, because those pieces have already been written. Look at the world like an asylum patient. Inside-out, wide-eyed, collected. They'll lengthen your stay. But scientists can't be insane. So give us science. Baroque staircases of DNA. The twisted wires of electrolysis. Real science. How far can you shift your comfort zone?