Richard White's Poetry

🌸 NaPoWriMo Day 19 — A Florilegium of Meaning & Memory

Five petals open like a hand—
the iris speaks in silence,
a messenger of hope rooted in grief,
blooming between worlds.

NaPoWriMo Day 18 — Aria for the Boy I Buried

Some poetry demans a stage, the actor’s exiting and reappearing to shed light upon the story, Once more with feeling as Buffy the Vampire would say. Today’s NaPoWriMo challenge pulled inspiration from dramatic, rhymed narrative poems like The Best Loved Poems of the American People, …

NaPoWriMo Day 14: Where Poetry Meets the Machine

Today’s prompt invites us to bridge poetry and technology, where ancient themes meet modern textures: love as a read receipt, grief as an undeleted voicemail, memory as something stored but rarely revisited. Poetry has always strengthened with us, and today’s piece leans into that tension—where …

NaPoWriMo Day 7 – Pebble, Pocket, Skip

Today’s prompt took me somewhere unexpected. Back to childhood, to the sounds of playgrounds and sidewalks, to those simple rhymes we used to chant without thinking. Clapping hands, skipping rope, counting nonsense into something that felt like magic. There’s a kind of music in that—something …

NaPoWriMo Day 6 – Monday, More or Less

Monday comes whether we welcome it or not, but during NaPoWriMo, even the start of the workweek carries a different weight—something lighter, stranger, more willing to bend. Today’s prompt leans into that looseness, taking a cue from Louise Glück and the idea that truth in …

Where the Wind Keeps What We Lose

It’s a measure of time. A quiet ritual. A way to sit with what lingers when the day has burned itself down to embers. Whiskey and the Autumn Wind—is meant to settle in the chest like a slow warmth, something that doesn’t ask for attention, …

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 …

Whiskey and the Winter Wind

Whiskey and the Winter Wind is not a departure from Whiskey and the Autumn Wind-it is the reckoning that follows. The same soul remains, seated at the same worn wooden table, a glass still within reach, but the world beyond the window has shifted. Where autumn once …