Sun, Moon, Salt
The Word Works. Winner of the 1992 Washington Prize for Poetry.
Second edition in 2009.
Says Alan Dugan:
Nancy White’s poems are written in a voice that is fully conscious of the modern horrors yet asks, “What good could happen?” These poems dream of the creation of pattern from nothing, from the dark mud of dreaming. This is something!
And Thomas Lux:
These poems are tough, funny, wise, sensuous, wild, and almost always celebratory. If you are tired of the tame and tepid, of polite poems of the parlor, then read this splendid first book by a young poet with a huge heart and the imagination and skills to match it.
Tamarack Editions, 2010.
Says Denise DuHamel:
Nancy White’s Detour is fierce, feminist, fantastic. Her wit, her precision, the threads of her narratives make beautiful and whole what is torn. Her deft syntactic disruptions mirror the domestic theater of these poems. A poet of grace and wonder, Nancy White writes poems that are substantial, intelligent, stylistically marvelous.
Ask Again Later
Tiger Bark Press, 2017
“Lucille Clifton’s wish that she hopes her poetry will ‘comfort the afflicted and afflict the comfortable’ describes the project of this ambitious new book. In Nancy White’s Ask Again Later, she offers vivid reimaginings of Biblical narratives, with women’s lives and experiences at the center. The voices that speak in these poems include Lot’s wife, Ruth, Mary Magdalene, Lucifer and God. Here, Better Friedan reads aloud to Eve, Mary explains how she will reclaim her body, and Lilith talks to Bill Clinton. White recasts old narratives to imagine new possibilities in poems that offer consolation and hope and endless, thrilling surprise.”
“In these strange times, Nancy White’s new work offers both abiding pleasure and relief. The language is alert and inviting. There’s that kind of edgy thoughtfulness that defines a spirit enrapt in the struggle to stay awake when the call to sleep so often fills the air. I’m always looking for poems that light up my brain and rivet my soul, words that will slap me out of the daily hum-dee-dum. These are those poems and then some.”