We like the absurd, the heartbreaking, the hysterical. We like rejection letters, fiction, poetry, CNF, hybrid, whatever.

Rejection Letters was founded in April 2020 by D.T. Robbins. It was kind of a joke at first. “Let’s publish fictional rejection letters!” Of course, this was after getting, like, four or five rejection letters in one day—we all cope in our own weird ways—but then it became something else, something I’m not too sure how to describe, to be honest.

We like the absurd, the heartbreaking, the hysterical.

We like rejection letters, fiction, poetry, CNF, hybrid, whatever.

We are what we are, and we do what we want.

D.T. Robbins

Kevin Kearney

Felicia Rosemary Urso

Charlotte VanWerven

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Alex Gurtis is the author of the chapbook When the Ocean Comes to Me (Bottlecap Press, 2024). His work has appeared or is forthcoming in West Trade Review, Bear Review, The Shore, and others. A ruth weiss Foundation Maverick Poet Award Finalist, Alex received his MFA from the University of Central Florida.



Bio - February 2025

Beth Mulcahy is a poet and writer whose work has appeared in various journals. She writes to bridge the gaps between history and the self, between hurt and healing. Beth lives in Ohio with her husband and two children. She works for a company that provides technology to people without natural speech. Beth’s debut Chapbook, Firmer Ground, is available from Anxiety Press.  Learn more about Firmer Ground and check out her latest publications on her website: https://www.bethmulcahywriter.com.

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Beth Mulcahy is a poet and writer whose work has appeared in various journals. Her writing bridges the gaps between generations and self, hurt and healing. Beth lives in Ohio with her husband and two children and works for a company that provides technology to people without natural speech. 

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Beth Mulcahy (she/her) is a Pushcart Prize-nominated poet and writer whose work has appeared in various journals. Her writing bridges the gaps between generations and self, hurt and healing. Beth lives in Ohio with her husband and two children and works for a company that provides technology to people without natural speech. Her latest publications can be found here:  https://www.bethmulcahywriter.com/publications.html

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Beth Mulcahy (she/her) is a Pushcart Prize-nominated poet and writer whose work has appeared in over thirty literary journals. Beth lives in Wooster, Ohio with her husband and two children. She works for a Wooster-based company that provides technology to people without natural speech. Beth’s debut chapbook with Anxiety Press, Firmer Ground, was published in April. You can find out more about the book and check out her latest publications on her website: bethmulcahywriter.com and her free substack at https://bethmulcahy.substack.com.

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Where She Isn't

GOPHER HOLES

Window Teeth

I found the heart pumping and spurting blood from its many severed veins. I was already running late for my important meeting. It seemed like fate. It seemed like fate because I was also completely unprepared for the meeting.


How Meat Could Be the Next Big Thing 

"i smoke bowls 
on her balcony and 
write poems about 
her bassist fingers and 
the topaz in her eyes"

'a.d.' / 'pulp' / 'playing house'

Did you know that the night before he bum-rushed the stage and briefly interrupted the 1998 Grammy Awards, the Ol’ Dirty Bastard helped save the life of a little girl who had been run over by a car?

If a Brick Didn't Know How to Sit on Walls Anymore, Here is What I Would Ask It

We expected our entertainment to save us. 

It won’t. Not between these hills,

under these watchful eyes;

the oak scattered across the sky, 

shatters in my hands.

What's the Point?

“This metaphor in the third poem is amazing, and the last line – gut-punch! Should we shortlist it?”
“This is an experimental poetry magazine and that frigging rhymes. No.”
“So we …”
“So we send a rejection.” ...

Jotted Down What I Heard Me Saying, And ...

ancient olive oil jalopy

Parsing the Body

The Board of Directors of Your Life, d/b/a “you,” met at the regularly scheduled time in the predetermined recesses of your mind to discuss the status of Your Life and all relevant pending issues related thereto. 

The Board of Directors of Your Life

Re: Formal Request for Mercy

Dear Universe,

I am writing in follow up to recent events within the scope of your realm and provide you with some comments and questions related thereto.

Formal Request for Mercy

Childbearing Age

I search what can i do with one tree and the answer is nothing, leave it alone. There are more pines on the block, could I build a whole cabin from the trees that line the street? Are they right pines? Can’t every pine be the right one right now?

How much sap can a pine tree make, how can I make it stop

Again to the Playdrome

Question Thirty-Two

I have a micro-essay (so tiny!) about pizza and islands and a literal pop-up from a new/old friend. 

THE YEAR WE LIVED ABOVE BADGER’S ISLAND PIZZA

The Body as a Warzone 

this is not a reflection of your performance

Spots were dotting things in a peculiar way, all of a sudden. 

Spots 

Ode to Loki, or An Absurd Glorification of Existential Loneliness

The Absinthe

"Mourning in Florida" + "River"

conspiracy to steal pink

"What I write is so bad I hurl my laptop across the room. Two halves like wings spread and snap upon impact. Where is that genius when I need it?...."

CLICK SUBMIT

On Getting One Hundred Rejections in a Month: A Personal Interview

SCORPIO

Status Update: The Fun Person Initiative 

There Is a Girl At The End Of This Story

Bad to the Bone

A flash fiction about names and past lovers.

Appellation

Get your Summer Body ready for this splash of cold water

RE: APPLICATION: HOT GALS SUMMER REP

Thank you for deciding to use our platform to sell your body to our many users. Unfortunately, we regret to inform you that your HustleFans account has not been approved. We are unable to accept your most recent application...

Your body has been rejected

Everything Must Go

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To Whomever Caused Us Concern,

Fuck you for giving us the opportunity to read “Your Mouth Full of Someone Else’s Teeth.”

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