Richard White's Poetry

NaPoWriMo Day 21 – What’s in a name

Three weeks into NaPoWriMo and today’s prompt hit close to home.

I wrote about my name—Richard—and all the versions of me that came with it: Ricky, Rick, Rich, Ritchie… even one born from a broken photocopy. Each one carries a memory, a voice, a different kind of closeness.

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, …