Call for Editors, Readers, & More

Click on the following positions to learn about the various positions we’re looking for fill on our team and apply to them!

Managing Editor

We’re looking for a Managing Editor to help run The Table Review’s twice-yearly issues. This is a remote, part-time, volunteer, unpaid role. The Managing Editor focuses on schedules, communication, and keeping the editorial pipeline moving smoothly, usually 5–8 hours per week during active reading/editing periods, with lighter check-ins between issues. *NYC-based preferred.

Apply here!

Art Director

We’re looking for an Art Director to shape the visual identity of The Table Review across web, print, and promo for our twice-yearly issues. This is a remote, part-time, volunteer, unpaid role. The Art Director focuses on cover art, issue graphics, and overall design cohesion, usually 3–5 hours per week during late editing/production periods, with lighter check-ins between issues. *NYC-based preferred.

Apply here!

Fiction Editor

We’re looking for a Fiction Editor to help shape the fiction in The Table Review’s twice-yearly issues. This is a remote, part-time, volunteer, unpaid role. The Fiction Editor focuses on leading the fiction pod, adjudicating reader votes, and handling developmental and line edits on accepted stories, usually 3–6 hours per week during active reading/editing periods, with lighter check-ins between issues.

Apply here!

Fiction Reader

We’re looking for Fiction Readers to help with first reads on short story and flash submissions to The Table Review’s twice-yearly issues. This is a remote, part-time, volunteer, unpaid role. Fiction Readers focus on blind reading, voting Yes/Maybe/No, and leaving brief notes on assigned pieces, usually 2–4 hours per week during a 6–8 week reading window.

Apply here!

Nonfiction Editor

We’re looking for a Nonfiction Editor to guide essays and hybrid nonfiction in The Table Review’s twice-yearly issues. This is a remote, part-time, volunteer, unpaid role. The Nonfiction Editor focuses on leading the nonfiction pod, adjudicating reader votes, and doing developmental and line edits on accepted pieces (with an eye to ethics and accuracy), usually 3–6 hours per week during active reading/editing periods, with lighter check-ins between issues.

Apply here!

Nonfiction Reader

We’re looking for Nonfiction Readers to provide first reads on essays and essayistic work for The Table Review’s twice-yearly issues. This is a remote, part-time, volunteer, unpaid role. Nonfiction Readers focus on blind reading, voting Yes/Maybe/No, and offering concise notes on craft, clarity, and fit, usually 2–4 hours per week during a 6–8 week reading window.

Apply here!

Poetry Editor

We’re looking for a Poetry Editor to help shape the poems that appear in The Table Review’s twice-yearly issues. This is a remote, part-time, volunteer, unpaid role. The Poetry Editor focuses on leading the poetry pod, adjudicating reader votes, and doing developmental and line edits on accepted poems, usually 3–6 hours per week during active reading/editing periods, with lighter check-ins between issues.

Apply here!

Poetry Reader

We’re looking for Poetry Readers to help with first reads on poetry submissions to The Table Review’s twice-yearly issues. This is a remote, part-time, volunteer, unpaid role. Poetry Readers focus on blind reading packets, voting Yes/Maybe/No, and leaving short, specific notes on image, music, and fit, usually 2–4 hours per week during a 6–8 week reading window.

Apply here!


  • Two Poems

    Story PoleMy dad cracks an egg on my head.—or maybe it’s my grandpathis time—it could be varnish / menthol / gasoline;it could be sawdust / Fast Orange / airplane glue,… Read more ⇢

    Two Poems
  • Something, digested to

    Again last night I dreamed the dream called Laundromat.Again I am the one tumbling. I’m gnawed to the cadenceof the dryer’s drum; a metronome for your unblinkingpupils to watch me… Read more ⇢

    Something, digested to
  • Two Poems

    These Basic Principles I believe there is a forestthat haunts the decimation of forests,that lives in the dry spellsbetween glaciers, the ages of icein which furred gods live. I believe… Read more ⇢

    Two Poems
  • Inheritance

    I knew my dad had moved back to Oregon, but neither of us reached out right away. Winter came and went, I was busy with school, I felt bad about… Read more ⇢

    Inheritance
  • Stoned fruit

    Thin-skinned, heavy heart. Easily bruised, must be turned with care to ripen optimally. Delicate conditions, delicate flesh. Wash & indulge, pierce into sweet, soft skin. I eat the nectarine, imagine… Read more ⇢

    Stoned fruit
  • Drawn Out Into Rivers

    Putting on a pot to boil, I could see my breath float away from me. So desperately, I wanted my air to keep dragging out like one long rope. It… Read more ⇢

    Drawn Out Into Rivers
  • mise-en-scène

    Mark Ruffalo climbs the trellis of a dollhouse and into the window of a bedroom. It sounds like the drum clap of a Big Thief instrumental. I lay on the… Read more ⇢

    mise-en-scène
  • Schenectady, NY

    Another sunny day on Baker Ave. Amongst the hostas, manycaterpillars chew holes, ignoredandelions, & grow plumper by the hour.Every day has been soft except for this one. This morning, myfather… Read more ⇢

    Schenectady, NY
  • His Mothers and the Mountain

    Rory Leary waited while his older sister, Maureen, stayed after school to finish a fourth-grade project. A boy with time to kill, he deemed it sufficient reason to dawdle in… Read more ⇢

    His Mothers and the Mountain
  • Two Poems

    Autumn Twilight All the flaring of the day Dissipates, leaving cracks For waves of winds To sweep in a clear-cut night Four FrogsFor the past half century, I have never… Read more ⇢

    Two Poems
  • Jo—

    (Pops stood at the edge of the porch, listening hard. His hands rested on the railing, his ear cocked toward the stars; at the far end of the fields, the… Read more ⇢

    Jo—
  • Buzzards

    In our ’25 Chevy Malibu, plastic still on the matsSalem-bound— your old man’s birthday,back seat stuffed with American flag balloons.We seem to have a way, you say,of replacing candor with… Read more ⇢

    Buzzards
  • Memento

    My father has been dead for over twenty-five years. Most of those who knew him when he was young, in his prime, or even as an older man are dead.… Read more ⇢

    Memento
  • Two Poems

    Thunderstorm Surreptitious,it rolls into the beat ofdistant drumsand raindropstentativeand softas flower petals,but upon usturns naturerun rogue,casting a netof blackover the land,the only lightin the skyfrom the boltsit haphazardly flingsin childish… Read more ⇢

    Two Poems
  • Surrey Quays

    On her bicycle, going west, she always stops at the lights by the Surrey Quays station. Partly this is because the odd tangle of road is a catnip for an… Read more ⇢

    Surrey Quays
Read more: Two Poems