Richard White's Poetry

NaPoWriMo Day 3 – What the Fire Really Is

Friday finds us at Day 3 of NaPoWriMo, where each prompt asks us to see the familiar from a different angle. Today’s challenge invites us to reshape a profession—to strip away the polished image and reveal something truer, rougher beneath it. This piece is my …

NaPoWriMo Day 2 – The Shape of Leaving: Childhood Memories

April opens its doors, and with it I step into the quiet ritual of NaPoWriMo—a month of daily poems, of dusting off memory and letting it speak in its own weathered voice. Today’s challenge turns back toward childhood, toward those early moments that quietly foretold …

March of the Writers – Day 10: Peeves & Thank You ✍️😅 by Richard White

March of the Writers – Day 10: Peeves & Thank You ✍️😅 by Richard White Read on Substack Writers are a strange species. We spend hours obsessing over commas, pacing, and whether a character would realistically pick up a cup with their left hand …

The Builder Phase: Where you are and where you’re going – March of the Writers Day 4

There’s a moment in every writer’s life where you stop asking, “Am I really doing this?” and start saying, “Yes. This is the phase.” I’m in my self-publishing era—and I genuinely love it. Not because it’s easy. Because it’s a forge.

Who Is This? – March of the Writers Day 1

Who Is This? My name is Richard White. I’m a novelist, an MFA candidate in Creative Writing, and the founder of Whispers in the Dark Press. I write stories that live in the quiet spaces after chaos—where grief lingers, where truth fractures, where the human …

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 …

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 Tempered by Wind and Ink

A reflective year in review and a look ahead to 2026—new poetry, Whiskey and the Winter Wind, and the launch of The Gemini Project, an MFA thesis novel exploring truth, power, and deception.

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 …