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 I haven’t made a practice of recording my poems to share, and I’m generally protective about posting unpublished poems on this blog since many markets consider that tantamount to “previous publication,” thus exempting it from submission.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.


2 poems in Memoryhouse

Just received my contributor copies of the Sweet issue of Memoryhouse print journal (coming soon to the archive in the Winter 2017 slot), containing my poems “Remember love” and “The diet starts tomorrow.”

The cover is luscious to touch, and the whole thing is beautifully done. Many thanks to Abbie and the editing team for including me!


#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!