Align – A Poem by Brandon White

Hello Friends,

My apologies for the lack of contact. I’m working to realign myself with the muse and to refocus my heart.

Sometimes there’s too much noise, too many opinions, too much ugly in the world. The mind gets clogged up with it all.

Here is an attempt at confronting my writer’s block head-on to free myself.

A new free verse poem waits below.


When the grief lessened,
the pen, too, seemed to run dry

As if the mind
has no say in such things

As if it isn't enough
to want to create

While in alignment,
the poems drip from every surface

When out, things
are what they seem and nothing more

The words struggle through
thorny thickets, ripping themselves open

to find their way back

to the page

-Brandon White

The Last – A Poem by Brandon White

Hello Friends,

A new free verse offering waits below. Enjoy.

The Last:

Become now the unwitting trigger,
the convenient symbol of a trauma
in which you had no part

Become now the beaten dog
at the mercy of validations cruel hand,
dodging kicks, begging for love

Become now the bitter taste
that floods the mouth
at the mention of a name

Become now the last of your kind,
screaming into the endless dark,
I'm still here

I'm still here

-Brandon White

Take Your Seat – A Poem by Brandon White

Hello Friends,

Here’s a new free verse piece to greet April. Exciting progress is being made on my new collection, and I can’t wait to share it with you.

Feedback is always appreciated!

 Take Your Seat:

Cloudless blue
A songbird serenade
No aches
Weightless eyes
You now marvel
at what’s considered

at how the world
seems to rejoice
at the sight
of you reclaiming
your rightful
place in the
grand narrative

-Brandon White

Tipping Point – A Poem by Brandon White

Hello Friends,

A new free verse piece waits below. Continuing on a path of change and reflection and excited to see where it leads.


Tipping Point:

Kill your dreams
if you want to see this through

The mind brings
false hope when you're vulnerable,

and morning comes
bearing cruel reminders

Why not opt
for the safety of assured oblivion?

Why not you, yourself,
dip your toes into the void?

The night can
be made to stretch on forever

if one
is so inclined

-Brandon White

Step One – A Poem by Brandon White

Hello Friends,

I’ve returned with a new free verse piece for your enjoyment. Embracing a new way of operating.


Step One:

Push aside thoughts
of burning legs
or your lungs expanding
like they haven't in years

Air reaching places
long forgotten
The coughing fit sudden
and violent

brings static to
the edges of vision
I turn my focus to the crape myrtle
exploding with color

If you were curious,
I can confirm
that undoings
are far,

far easier

-Brandon White

You Love to Reminisce – A Poem by Brandon White

Hello Friends,

I’m back with a new free verse offering. I’ve spent the last few days spending time with my family, including a lovely, kid-free evening last night with my wife.

The weather here is beautiful, and I’m thinking a lot about new beginnings. I hope you’re well.

You Love to Reminisce

I can almost see the thoughts
as they pass,

your mind rifling through
nine years of marriage,

searching for the perfect memory
to unpack in conversation

You often wonder how
we make sense?

How is it that an adventurous
social butterfly

comes to love the quiet, brooding

I don't often consider why
the pieces fit;

I'm just grateful
they do

Here, on this warmly
lit patio,

the cool evening air thick
with promises of rain and Electric Indigo,

I hold your hand in mine,
sip my whiskey,

and want for

-Brandon White

From the Screaming Mouth – A Poem by Brandon White

Hello Friends,

I’m slowly rediscovering my groove and hope to bring more regular content as the days progress. I am still waiting for my energy to return.

Today, a new free verse piece. Enjoy.

From the Screaming Mouth:

Scenes of intense battle
fill this living room,
these quiet hours

Heroes die
in slow motion,
never screaming

Exit wounds
bursting like
confetti poppers

painting the world
in the color
of love

The Odds – A Poem by Brandon White

Hello Friends,

I’m happy to report that I’m on the mend after fighting back a pretty nasty illness. I have a bit more energy today, so here I am with a new free verse piece.

I hope things have been better for each of you. I appreciate the continued support and encouragement.

The Odds:

Yes sir, I understand,
but the state STRONGLY
recommends this test
if there’s any concern

The coffee’s hot,
and this cloudless morning
has enough chill in the air
to keep me happy

My energy level
is nonexistent,
and this lends the world
a dream-like quality

The Bradford Pear
sways in the yard
beyond our fence
like a living van Gogh

The black and yellow
around the eyes
suggests your sinuses
have been inflamed a while now

I cough every third breath
Last night I woke
and my throat felt like
an open wound

When I spat in the sink
the pink saliva
that swirled down the drain
came as no surprise

The fever broke a while ago
I’m drenched in sweat
and searching for poetry
in this fucking mess

Your left ear is bulging
with infection
Are you sure you've
had no discomfort?

You’re trying to talk
to me, and I'm trying
to be here,
but I’m failing

My phone screen fills
with statistics
I tick the numbers up by one
to make room for myself

I silently add
life insurance totals to myself
The chance of my demise is minimal,
but I have a way of defying the odds

We’re just calling
to let you know
that the results
were negative

I watch our children
play with kinetic sand
and notice how the sunlight
seems to dance in their hair

I exhale

-Brandon White

Nine Years – A Poem by Brandon White

Hello Friends,

I have for you a free verse piece to mark the celebration of my wife and I’s 9th Wedding Anniversary.

Happy Anniversary, my love.

Nine Years:

What's left to give
that hasn't been given?

All I have,
All I am,

I've made

For you, my love,
the ticking of the grand clock

The bursting mystery
of myself

This, my one
and only


-Brandon White

Graphic Footage – A Poem by Brandon White

Hello Friends,

A new free verse poem waits below, born from my brain’s inability to shut down at night.


Graphic Footage:

Blue light
floods the room,
the whistle and snap
of exchanged gunfire

A child sleeps peacefully
less than a foot away
from the hand-held horrors of war
and a mind on fire

From this
eight-inch screen,
blissful ignorance
comes undone

Tell me,
where were you
when you found a tear
in the world you knew?

Who were you
after peeking through?

-Brandon White