October 2017
Sarah White
sarahwhitepages@gmail.com​​
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I live in New York City, working hard on my writing and painting. A new poetry collection, to one who bends my time, is now available from Deerbrook Editions.​

Yucca On White Sands
 

My mother, the dune,
gave me these bells
and said “Rattle them,
summon the rain,
your infrequent father."
 
She made me a spiny skirt
and said “Wear this.
You live by yourself.”
 
She said “Here comes the wind.
I’ll be shifting. Remember
your thousands of toes— 
 
Curl them
in clumps of cold, dark sand,
and hold on.”
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