Richard White's Poetry

NaPoWriMo Day 24 – No One Is Awake

🌕 Tonight’s Poem: Harvest Blood Moon 🌕 There’s something unsettling about the night when the moon refuses to stay distant—when it swells, burns, and feels like it’s leaning just a little too close to Earth. Inspired by the eerie, dreamlike tone of The Flying Nightdress …

🌸 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 10 – What the Wind Leaves Behind

For Day 10 of NaPoWriMo, I worked within the structure inspired by Geoffrey Brock’s poem “Goodbye,” using three short stanzas as a container for grief. The middle stanza centers on a repeated question—each answer shifting slightly, revealing different facets of loss, survival, and memory. I …

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 …

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.

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.

“The Quiet After the Sirens: A Personal and Psychological Study in Post-Traumatic Growth”

I did not write this memoir to relive the trauma—I wrote it to survive it. When I sat down to tell the truth about what it means to serve in EMS, to carry the quiet aftermath of war and emergency tones, I didn’t realize I was entering a process psychologists call post-traumatic growth. But that’s what it became.

“What Comes Next: The Story Continues…”

College is in the rearview—and now the real adventure begins. Over the next few weeks, I’ll be finishing my memoir, applying for jobs in publishing and editing, launching Sigma Writing Solutions, and getting ready to begin my MFA at SNHU in August. Also helping my daughter Ollie start college herself, while polishing Gemini Project, my debut fiction novel.