“Book banning is control disguised as protection. From the Index to today’s laws, the fight for FREADom is a battle for every generation.”
Read MoreThe House of Glass — Memoir Opening Scene
A house built of glass, fragile as my childhood. Cracks spread with every argument, shaping the person I’d become. This is where my story begins.
Read MoreFOR IMMEDIATE RELEASE-Burning Soul-Relaunch
FOR IMMEDIATE RELEASE Contact:Inner Flame PressEmail: admin@authorrichardwhite.comWebsite: https://authorrichardwhite.com/books/burning-soul Poetry Collection Burning Soul by S.L. Goyette Illuminates the Darkness of Life’s Deepest Struggles [Amsterdam, NY | April 2025] – Inner Flame Press proudly announces the relaunch of Burning Soul, a powerful debut poetry collection by …
Read MoreA Father’s Heartbreak: A Christmas Eve He Will Never Forget
She promised she’d never go back. I thought love could save her. I was wrong. I zipped her into the body bag myself, keeping my final promise.
Read MoreThe Quiet After the Sirens
In The Quiet After the Sirens, Richard White—poet, veteran, and former EMS Lieutenant—offers an unflinching look at the silent battles that follow service. From the scorching deserts of Iraq to the heart-wrenching stillness of 911 calls, White confronts the toll of trauma, exposing the weight of PTSD, depression, and anxiety with raw vulnerability and unwavering honesty.
Read More“Her Final Breath, My Last Choice”
On April 20th, five years ago, I had to make the most painful decision of my life—from a Zoom call. My sister was dying, and I was her healthcare proxy. While my mother and niece sat at her bedside, I gave the word to let her go. That moment changed me forever. I carry it into every EMS shift, every sleepless night, and every word I write. Today, I remember her—not as the woman we lost, but as my sister. The one I tried to save, even from a distance. The Quiet After the Sirens began with her silence.
Read More🖤 National Poetry Month — Day 19 🖤
Day 19 of #NationalPoetryMonth and I went full blues-ballad with The Ballad of Burnt Hill Road.
Read MoreThe Quiet After the Call
There’s a silence most people never hear.
It’s not peace—it’s the sound after the sirens, when the adrenaline fades and the ghosts start talking.
After years in the military, fire service, and EMS, I came to know that silence too well. It isn’t quiet. It’s noise turned inward.
In that space, the heart races, the mind replays trauma, and the spirit aches under the weight of it all.
Crowded rooms became unbearable. Joy felt dangerous. And I couldn’t sit still without my hands shaking.
But healing began when I finally stopped running and listened to that silence. I learned to name the things I feared. I started writing again.
This memoir, The Quiet After the Sirens, is a testament to survival—not just in the field, but in the stillness that follows.
It’s about carrying the weight, honoring the ghosts, and learning how to breathe again.
If you’ve ever known that kind of silence, this story is for you too.
NaPoWriMo Day 13: The Gold Light in Quiet Rooms
By @RWhiteAuthor 🌿 NaPoWriMo Day 13: Inspired by Donald Justice’s “There is a gold light in certain old paintings” Today’s poem explores memory, art, and the way moments—like brushstrokes—blur and echo in the mind. Following Justice’s self-invented form, each stanza holds six lines of twelve syllables. …
Read MoreNaPoWriMo Day 9: The Bell Beyond the Fog
By @RWhiteAuthor For today’s NaPoWriMo prompt, I wanted to capture the haunting weight of sound in stillness. Inspired by the way fog distorts noise and reshapes perception, this poem leans into rhyme and the echo of a singular, specific sound: the distant clang of an old …
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