#authorsofinstagram – Richard White’s Poetry

From Autumn Warmth to Winter Reckoning

Written by @RWhiteAuthor There is a season when the world begins to let go gently. Leaves loosen their grip. Light softens. Even grief feels warmer in the amber hush of October. Whiskey and the Autumn Wind lives in that space—the place where loss has arrived …

A Call to Writers: Let’s Build Something Together

Across quiet rooms and late-lit desks, stories are already being written.Not at the perfect moment. Not when the path is clear. Simply now—in the middle of hardship, in the slow turning toward hope, in the deep and restless need to speak. Writers who work in …

When a Review Becomes a Fireside Conversation 🍂🥃

Some books ask to be finished. Others ask to be savored. Whiskey and the Autumn Wind belongs to the latter—a collection meant for slow evenings, low light, and a glass poured with intention. When a reader described the poems as something to be “sipped like a fine bourbon by a crackling fireplace,” they captured the spirit of the book perfectly. This is poetry that lingers, that speaks softly, and that stays with you long after the final page.

A Year in the Echo of Words — A 2025 Reflection

The wheel of the year turned like a slow tide, and here we stand at its close — rich with stories, hardened by truth, softened by grace. In the quiet places between sirens and silence, 2025 became one of reckoning and resolution. This year I …

Whiskey and the Winter Wind: A Slow Return to Self

There was a time when the wind was kinder. Whiskey and the Autumn Wind was written in that in-between season—when the air still carried warmth, when loss felt survivable, when reflection arrived with falling leaves instead of ice. Those poems lingered in amber light and …

When the Wheels Fall Off (Literally and Figuratively)

Life’s been a whirlwind lately—between my Master’s program, EMS shifts, and book marketing, I feel like a tornado that finally stopped spinning. My old truck is gone, my new Dodge Avenger is here, and The Quiet After the Sirens continues to reach hearts.

Burnout in EMS, Acute Stress & PTSD: When the Sirens Fade

The sirens fade, but the silence never does. Long after the call is over, the echoes remain—flashes of faces, voices cut short, the weight of choices that can’t be undone. We carry them into the night, into our homes, into the places where quiet should mean peace. For EMS, quiet is never just quiet—it’s the reminder of everything we’ve seen, and everything we can’t forget.”

— The Quiet After the Sirens by Richard White

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