Phantom Hue: Emerging Voices
Autor Schyler Butler Cuvânt înainte de Sayuri Ayersen Limba Engleză Paperback – 3 noi 2026
This stunning debut asks what remains of intimacy when the quiet terror of white supremacy shapes every touch, silence, and room. Through a fiercely confessional voice, Phantom Hue traces the inner life of a light-skinned Black woman reckoning with the inheritances of race, gender, history, and family. From colorism to the uneasy desire of interracial love, each poem strips away performance to expose raw truth. Rooted in the personal yet bound to the political, Butler’s lyricism and intellect pulse through a collection that grieves and praises, confesses and conjures—a luminous reckoning with what it means to live, and love, inside a haunted body.
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Specificații
ISBN-13: 9781960327222
ISBN-10: 1960327224
Pagini: 88
Dimensiuni: 152 x 229 mm
Greutate: 0.45 kg
Editura: CavanKerry Press
Colecția CavanKerry Press
Seria Emerging Voices
ISBN-10: 1960327224
Pagini: 88
Dimensiuni: 152 x 229 mm
Greutate: 0.45 kg
Editura: CavanKerry Press
Colecția CavanKerry Press
Seria Emerging Voices
Notă biografică
Schyler Butler was born in Columbus, Ohio, but raised in Central Texas. A graduate of The Ohio State University’s MFA program in Creative Writing, she has received support from the Ohio Arts Council and the Greater Columbus Arts Council. Her work appears in Obsidian, African American Review, Transition, swamp pink, and elsewhere.
Cuprins
I
Star-Crossed
Amongst Children
Variants of the Same Story, II
Girl Remembers a Place Even Columbus Cannot Miss
Bonnaroo, 2012
Star-Crossed Caveat
Reminisce
Comfort
Yearn
Star-Crossed East to West
My Mother’s Story Interpreted from a Photograph
of Her and Her Parents Smiling, 1984
In Solidarity with Fate
II
Post-Colonial Triumph
Like Crystal
Serenaded By a Prince or Symbol
Fingerprints
Pulled Pork
American Archipelago
Black Beans
Response/Ability
Dream Dialogue Where My Mother’s Mother
Talks to Her Husband
Bravata
When a White Boy Says He Prefers
Fear Response to Reflection
Where It May
Like Pontius Pilate Washing His Hands
Memory of Star-Crossed Leaving Fingerprints
The Inventor of Peanut Butter
Star-Crossed Without the Sugar
A Haunting
A Poem for a Daughter, for a Son
III
A Platter
What Cannot Be Touched
As If Still
For Bodies to Whom I Owe My Life
Bust Yoke
Dream Dialogue Where I Narrate the Rape
of Great-Great Oma, 1896
Variants of the Same Story, I
Trying Hard to Find the Answer
Where Are You, Jessica Dash?
What the Star-Crossed Notice
Miscegenation
They Used to Chop Off the Penis
A Neighbor Tells What Happened to My Father’s
Aunt in Chillicothe, 1983
Blessing the Breakup
Genealogy of Wounds
The Guts That Come with Love
And Transmuted
When I Think About Malcolm X
IV
Initiation
First Run
When I Remember the Same Old
The Blacker
Dream Dialogue Where I Talk to My Father
Like I’m Honest
Intersectional Guillotine
When You Hear Love Talkin
Thought Experiment from the Vine
A Writer Reads at the Library Downtown
Cento Across the Mutual Landscape
Hood
I Have a Photo of My Mother as a Child
Clintonville After We Move In
Food That Was Cheap
V
Star-Crossed Daughter at 23 Months
ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS
Star-Crossed
Amongst Children
Variants of the Same Story, II
Girl Remembers a Place Even Columbus Cannot Miss
Bonnaroo, 2012
Star-Crossed Caveat
Reminisce
Comfort
Yearn
Star-Crossed East to West
My Mother’s Story Interpreted from a Photograph
of Her and Her Parents Smiling, 1984
In Solidarity with Fate
II
Post-Colonial Triumph
Like Crystal
Serenaded By a Prince or Symbol
Fingerprints
Pulled Pork
American Archipelago
Black Beans
Response/Ability
Dream Dialogue Where My Mother’s Mother
Talks to Her Husband
Bravata
When a White Boy Says He Prefers
Fear Response to Reflection
Where It May
Like Pontius Pilate Washing His Hands
Memory of Star-Crossed Leaving Fingerprints
The Inventor of Peanut Butter
Star-Crossed Without the Sugar
A Haunting
A Poem for a Daughter, for a Son
III
A Platter
What Cannot Be Touched
As If Still
For Bodies to Whom I Owe My Life
Bust Yoke
Dream Dialogue Where I Narrate the Rape
of Great-Great Oma, 1896
Variants of the Same Story, I
Trying Hard to Find the Answer
Where Are You, Jessica Dash?
What the Star-Crossed Notice
Miscegenation
They Used to Chop Off the Penis
A Neighbor Tells What Happened to My Father’s
Aunt in Chillicothe, 1983
Blessing the Breakup
Genealogy of Wounds
The Guts That Come with Love
And Transmuted
When I Think About Malcolm X
IV
Initiation
First Run
When I Remember the Same Old
The Blacker
Dream Dialogue Where I Talk to My Father
Like I’m Honest
Intersectional Guillotine
When You Hear Love Talkin
Thought Experiment from the Vine
A Writer Reads at the Library Downtown
Cento Across the Mutual Landscape
Hood
I Have a Photo of My Mother as a Child
Clintonville After We Move In
Food That Was Cheap
V
Star-Crossed Daughter at 23 Months
ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS
Recenzii
"Phantom Hue would like a word with what has occurred. In its varied vision, the past and present gather their present-perfect questions. And then they are posed---toward transmutation. Butler remembers as re-cognition, as reorientation. Phantom Hue's deft poems consider the weight of learning and knowing our histories simultaneously. We can courageously begin with our ‘gold-spun blood,’ but we must also reckon ‘after the ashes settle on our campus rooftops.’ And Butler will ask bravely, beautifully: ‘what can I build from the sown?’"
“'There must be a victim for every victor,' Butler writes. But who can we blame? And how do heritage and the body survive the awful weight of trauma and injustice? Phantom Hue is a powerful tribute to the body and its shimmering survival through the persistence of trauma, the suffering of women, and the insidious evils of racism. With dimension and searing insight, Butler moves between past and present, a ghostly and lyrical witness to sexual assault on a great-great-grandmother, microaggressions at a library reading, a mother’s haunting photograph, and a painful dream. These poems ask what ‘the origin / of disconnection’ is, and how we can offer care and reverence to the past when it is studded with pain.”
“Phantom Hue, Schyler Butler’s poignant debut collection, gives the reader a visceral view of how America’s legacies of racism, gendered bigotry, and stark socioeconomic divides continue to haunt and strike. This book makes exquisite, unflinching portraits of the soul and the body processing strife’s ramifications, and of the willful heart making its way toward new shades of reckoning. Butler’s poetic voice is honest, potent, surprising, and promises to keep swiftly dazzling for years and years to come.”
“'There must be a victim for every victor,' Butler writes. But who can we blame? And how do heritage and the body survive the awful weight of trauma and injustice? Phantom Hue is a powerful tribute to the body and its shimmering survival through the persistence of trauma, the suffering of women, and the insidious evils of racism. With dimension and searing insight, Butler moves between past and present, a ghostly and lyrical witness to sexual assault on a great-great-grandmother, microaggressions at a library reading, a mother’s haunting photograph, and a painful dream. These poems ask what ‘the origin / of disconnection’ is, and how we can offer care and reverence to the past when it is studded with pain.”
“Phantom Hue, Schyler Butler’s poignant debut collection, gives the reader a visceral view of how America’s legacies of racism, gendered bigotry, and stark socioeconomic divides continue to haunt and strike. This book makes exquisite, unflinching portraits of the soul and the body processing strife’s ramifications, and of the willful heart making its way toward new shades of reckoning. Butler’s poetic voice is honest, potent, surprising, and promises to keep swiftly dazzling for years and years to come.”