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Wild Peach
Wild Peach

Wild Peach

Product ID : 45569527
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Galleon Product ID 45569527
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About Wild Peach

About the Author S*an D. Henry-Smith is an artist and writer working primarily in poetry, photography, and performance, engaging Black experimentalisms and collaborative practices. They have received awards and fellowships from the Fulbright Program, The Poetry Project, Poets House, Denniston Hill, Antenna/Paper Machine and elsewhere. S*an collaborates with Imani Elizabeth Jackson as mouthfeel; their book Consider the Tongue explores histories of aquatic labor and Black food through cooking, poetry, and ephemeral practices. S*an is also the author of two chapbooks, Body Text and Flotsam Suite: A Strange & Precarious Life, or How We Chronicled the Little Disasters & I Won't Leave the Dance Floor Til It's Out of My System; WILD PEACH (Futurepoem Books, 2020) is their first full length collection. Product Description Poetry. African & African American Studies. LGBTQIA Studies. Environmental Studies. Photography. Hybrid. Finalist for the 2020 Pen Open Book Award. WILD PEACH is a multisensory roaming of landscape and interior, often (but not always) in near stillness and varying light. The power to disrupt and obscure language is an essential tool in protecting this multimodal endeavor; in this project, poetry and photography warm the taste of memory, exploring nonlinear, non-narrative time through the sonic offerings of image and text --and the Outdoors, the interpersonal, and all offered onto. Black Secrecy demands and provides a spirit of collaboration, study, and play. Rest without guilt. Two steppin' in the parking lot. Screaming into the night sky. In the garden and the noise, what must be learned from the garble? We listen. The ocean is always just over your shoulder.