Tune In or Tune Out (MOTW Playlist) Writers tend to fall into two camps when it comes to music: those who need complete silence to work, and those who build entire soundscapes around their stories. I’m firmly in the music camp. Music has always been …
Read More Writing Tribe Writing is often described as a solitary craft. Hours alone with a blank page, wrestling with words, chasing ideas down rabbit holes only you can see. But no writer truly does this alone. Every author has a tribe—people who share the journey, offer …
Read More 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.
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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 …
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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 …
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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.
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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.
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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 …
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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 …
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The sirens fade, but the silence never does. Long after the call is over, the echoes remain—flashes of faces, voices cut short, the weight of choices that can’t be undone. We carry them into the night, into our homes, into the places where quiet should mean peace. For EMS, quiet is never just quiet—it’s the reminder of everything we’ve seen, and everything we can’t forget.”
— The Quiet After the Sirens by Richard White
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