Liner Notes: Missing Afropunk
mensah demary's previous Liner Notes columns for The Butter can be found here. I woke up this morning with a bit of anxiety. Sunday, Brooklyn: the gym loomed, as did multiple deadlines tumbling all...
View ArticleWorld of Wonder: Corpse Flower
Aimee Nezhukumatathil's previous World of Wonder columns for The Butter can be found here. With a heavy but happy and wonder-ously stinky heart, I’m sharing that my time here on The Butter has come to...
View ArticleThis Writer’s On Fire: Gabrielle Bellot
“I am a woman who shouts into the sea.” from “Women and the Global Imagination: The Isle of Exile” at Prairie Schooner. Who She Is I found this bio online, but as usual, bios only tell you the facts:...
View ArticleA Buttery Farewell
When Nicole and Mallory approached me and invited me to contribute to The Toast, was absolutely thrilled. I recognized what an amazing opportunity it was, particularly as a woman of color, to be able...
View ArticleButtered This Week: Aug 22-28
“You are the butter to my bread, and the breath to my life” ― Julia Child First of course, Roxane breaks the terrible news: The Butter is saying good-bye. HUGE, teary thanks to all you brilliant Butter...
View ArticleLiterary Ladies Cage Fight: The Divine Libba Bray
Laura Sook Duncombe's previous Literary Ladies Cage Fight columns for The Butter can be found here. Hey, gal-pals! Welcome to Literary Ladies Cage Fight: where women always win! I am Aphrodite, goddess...
View ArticleLiner Notes: Grand Opening, Grand Closing
mensah demary's previous Liner Notes columns for The Butter can be found here. This will be brief. Released in 2003, The Black Album was to be Jay Z’s finality before retirement. How, exactly, a rapper...
View ArticleThis Writer’s On Fire: Kima Jones
“Jones’ poetry often invokes a sense of intimate nostalgia — a warm thirst for a moment or a place that was, or that could have been. The verses change pace on a dime. They vibrate.” — Jairo Ramos at...
View ArticleA Letter to Rora
Dear Rora: I love you, and so I am letting you go. I love you no less in saying this; in fact, maybe I can love you more freely now that I can say that I am not responsible for you. I cannot help you....
View ArticleRun Rabbit Run: A Poem
Run rabbit run. You. a defiant pulse of color on the whitewashed hallway— I think that I knew that you would leave eventually, and I think that it’s fitting that we would discard you silently and...
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