#100rejections — April Totals

Accountability check-in! But first, what is #100rejections anyway?

I have decided to set the literary goal of accumulating 100 rejections this calendar year to facilitate sustained efforts toward publication. Submitting multiple poems to one market and having them all rejected counts as one rejection. Having any number of poems in the packet accepted means that submission counts as an acceptance. I’m aiming for 120 submissions by September 30 to accomplish this.

April, 2017 — 6 Rejections, 1 Acceptance, 11 New Submissions
Year to Date, 34 / 6 / 48

  • New Delta Review, Rejection
  • Reservoir, Rejection*
  • Gulf Coast, Rejection*
  • Words Dance, Acceptance
  • The Emily Dickinson First Book Award, Rejection
  • American Poetry Review, Rejection*
  • Likely Red, Rejection

*The journals marked with an asterisk (*) satisfy my secondary literary goal of submitting to as many top-tier journals as possible. See my January Totals post for details.

Tune in next month for May tallies!

This poem deserves a codpiece.

I challenged myself to a poem-a-day for April (NaPoWriMo). I’d made it to April 17 before Life Happened, but April 13 is the most exciting day to me so far. It’s when I wrote this poem while waiting for a friend at P&G. Yes, I was drinking a stout at the time. Yes, it was that good (Founder’s KBS, in case you’re wondering, though the poem contains an homage to another favorite of mine, local Swamphead Brewery’s Midnight Oil).

I can’t get over how much I love this poem. I’m not sure why. It feels like it must be shouted at top volume in pubs and hole-in-the-wall microbreweries and seedy bars around the world while holding aloft a snifter of thick, well-muscled, knock-you-on-your-ass brew. I haven’t made a practice of recording my poems to share, and I’m generally protective about posting unpublished poems on this blog since many markets consider that tantamount to “previous publication,” thus exempting it from submission.

And yet. Here we are.

Hope you like it. If you recite it somewhere aloud in some half-lit dive, I hope you’ll let me know 🙂

Text is below. Enjoy ❤



Ode to a Stout

Oh, black thou stout,
opaque Lethe of midnight oil,
heavy syrup of ferment,
thine ABV obliterates me.

Crown of brown-cream lather
sunk in a snifter, legs
a thousand miles long,
Niger goddess, I drink thee —
lap the ebon ripples of
thine oracle pool, my
glass a bulb of torpid
frothing tar fruit.

Aflame liquid,
burn thou me
well, stout,
no errant cry
of lager, pilsner
or simpering ale
escapes me—
abliss these lips,
mudded with thine
earthen sacrament.

© 2017 Samara Golabuk Crutchfield. All Rights Reserved.

#100rejections — March Totals

Accountability check-in! But first, what is #100rejections anyway?

I have decided to set the literary goal of accumulating 100 rejections this calendar year to facilitate sustained efforts toward publication. Submitting multiple poems to one market and having them all rejected counts as one rejection. Having any number of poems in the packet accepted means that submission counts as an acceptance. I’m aiming for 120 submissions by September 30 to accomplish this.

March, 2017 — 8 Rejections, 1 Acceptance, 7 New Submissions
Year to Date, 28 / 5 / 37

  • The London Reader, Rejection
  • Bennington Review, Rejection*
  • Yemassee, Rejection*
  • Razor Literary Magazine, Acceptance
  • Gamut, Rejection*
  • A Public Space, Rejection*
  • Black Warrior Review, Rejection*
  • New England Review, Rejection*
  • The Adroit Journal, Rejection*

*The journals marked with an asterisk (*) satisfy my secondary literary goal of submitting to as many top-tier journals as possible. See my January Totals post for details.

Tune in next month for April tallies!

“the angry boy” up at Right Hand Pointing (2010)

This poem first appeared in RHP Issue 33 (2010). It was one of the first where I received an acceptance that then included a fairly substantial revision via editorial collaboration. Thanks to RHP for the confidence and support!

the angry boy

the angry boy with one hand
will cut you up if you’re not careful
or just because he feels like it
and don’t you look him square
unless you want to fight or fuck
the cogs and screws of pity
just don’t move things around here

The concept was inspired by a self-portrait taken in 2006. A previous version of the poem included the phrase “…lifts the smooth blunt / hammer of his rage…” *:

angryboy

* Please note, I am not an amputee nor do I desire to speak for those who are or position myself in any way that could be construed as marginalizing or ableist. The photo above has not been retouched — it is a trick of the shadow captured by chance that inspired a creative moment for me, moments which arise out of a desire to be more empathetic toward my fellow humans and the variations of the human experience, and to tell deeper and truer stories as best I can. 

#100rejections — February Totals

Accountability check-in! But first, a recap from my first #100rejections post:

I have decided to set the literary goal of accumulating 100 rejections this calendar year to facilitate sustained efforts toward publication. Submitting multiple poems to one market and having them all rejected counts as one rejection. Having any number of poems in the packet accepted means that submission counts as an acceptance. I’m aiming for 120 submissions by September 30 to accomplish this

February, 2017 — 7 Rejections, 2 Acceptances, 8 New Submissions
Year to Date, 20 / 4 /30

  • Hermeneutic Chaos Press, Rejection*
  • Animal: A Beast of a Literary Journal, Rejection
  • West Branch, Rejection*
  • Memoryhouse Magazine, Acceptance
  • Rust+Moth, Rejection
  • 32 Poems, Rejection*
  • FIELD, Rejection*
  • FLARE, Rejection
  • Uppagus, Acceptance

*The journals marked with an asterisk (*) satisfy my secondary literary goal of submitting to as many top-tier journals as possible. See my January Totals post for details.

Tune next month for March tallies!