This year, I’ve focused on where I truly connect. I’m active on X & Bluesky but stepping away from YouTube & avoiding events that mix politics with creativity.
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✨ Happy International Writers Day! ✨
Happy International Writers Day! Today, we celebrate the storytellers, poets, and dreamers who bring words to life. Writing is a courageous act of sharing pieces of your soul with the world. What inspires you to write? Share your story and join the conversation on my blog! 💬✨
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March of the Writers: Day 2: Define Yourself
A seeker of light in the shadows, a poet with ink-stained hands, I am a story still being written. My pages hold verses of love and loss, resilience and redemption—proof that even in the darkest chapters, there is always room for hope.”
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March of the Writers: Day 1 Introduction
Hey everyone! I’m Richard White, a poet and storyteller from Amsterdam, NY. I’ve been writing for as long as I can remember, but it wasn’t until I started battling my own demons—like PTSD, depression, and anxiety—that I truly found my voice. Writing became my lifeline, …
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The Power of Reflection: Embracing Authenticity and Vulnerability Through Poetry
Poetry is a mirror to the soul. 🌿 Through reflection and vulnerability, we find our truth and celebrate the beauty of being human. Write boldly. Feel deeply. 💖 #PoetryHeals #Authenticity
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The Transformative Power of Words: Healing Through Poetry and Mental Health
In darkness, words become light. 🌟 Poetry heals, connects, and gives voice to the silent battles we fight. Share your story. Let your words transform. 💔➡️❤️ #PoetryHeals #MentalHealth
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Whiskey and the Autumn Wind: A Poetic Journey
Autumn may be fleeting, but its spirit lingers—and so does the promise of Whiskey and the Autumn Wind: A Collection of Poems in the Hemingway Tradition. 📚✨ By Richard White ~ @RWhiteAuthor Can you feel that cool breeze? Forget the bitter chill of snow for …
Read More Surviving the Fall: Embracing Life’s Fragments
By Richard White ~ @RWhiteAuthor Crumbling Men Men don’t fall clean—they crumble slow, Like autumn leaves beneath the snow. A piece by piece, the edges fray, Yet still, they rise to face the day. The whiskey burns, a fleeting balm, A borrowed warmth, a fleeting calm. …
Read MoreAdapting Influences and Organizing Poetry
This blog post was initially an assignment for my poetry workshop class, and I’m excited to share it with my readers and audience. T.S. Eliot’s observation in his essay Philip Massinger—that “good poets make [what they take] into something better, or at least something different”—deeply …
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