The Blue Jew Yorker reads submissions year round in search of poetry, essays and other expressions which expose the raw human voices that you do and do not hear on a Manhattan bound F-train. Excavating all stages of transformation in the Melting Pot, from uncooked whole carrots to potato-meat amalgamations where the original object is indecipherable, most attitudes and genres are considered. Penetrated husks peeled down to thumping toes with reverent screaming and irreverent whimpering is encouraged. Non-Jewish welcome. Tourists accepted.