Here's an email I received:

Swill Magazine wants fiction for its first issue. We like stories where
things actually happen, stories where someone might die. We like
stories with an edge, and we don’t like epiphanies. We also like it
when the jokes are funny. The writing has to be good, and that doesn’t
exclude any genres: the idea that literary fiction by definition
excludes genre fiction is a crock. We don’t like Literature with a
capital L. We do like literary fiction: we happen to think it includes
the work of James Ellroy and Harlan Ellison. Oh yes, we also like sex,
sometimes even in stories; it’s just that most people write so damned
poorly about it. Mainly what we like are stories. Not symbols and
themes and extensive descriptive passages, not paint-by-numbers
well-structured tripe that fails to excite. (Symbols and themes are
fine, interlaced within a story, but they can’t BE the story.) If
you’re Faulkner reincarnated we’d be happy to publish you but frankly
we don’t believe in you, and anyway you should be working for someone
who can cover your drinking money. We prefer the Shakespeare approach
to existentialism: question the meaning of life, then litter the stage
with corpses.

We are rogue publishers; we will put out our magazine as soon as it has
enough material we like enough to publish. So the deadline is the
sooner the better. And we are perfectly willing to run long short
stories if we like them—more than 10,000 words may be pushing it, but
not if we like it enough. Hell, we’ve read entire books.

We’re not interested in material that’s been published anywhere, online
or off. Simultaneous subs are fine. Please send submissions as .rtf
attachments to swillmag@yahoo.com .

Thank you and cheers,

Rob Pierce and Sean Craven,
Editors