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Echoes from the Silence of Those Who Read It

When I first started writing Teeth in the Silence, I never imagined it would speak back.

But it has.

Each review, each message, each line from a stranger has become another echo in the dark; proof that the book didn’t end on its last page. It kept breathing through the people who found it.

These are some of the voices that answered back:

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“This book didn’t make me feel better — it made me feel understood.”

— Patty, Amazon Verified Purchase

“His poems...

I’ve learned that silence isn’t empty.
It remembers.

You can try to bury it under conversation, laughter, a stranger’s music leaking through your walls, but it listens. It learns the weight of everything you never said, and it keeps score in echoes.

When I wrote Teeth in the Silence, I thought I was chasing ghosts. But I was wrong. The ghosts were chasing me. They wore familiar faces and spoke in familiar rooms, and every time I tried to outwrite them, they just waited for the pen to stop...

There’s a certain kind of magic that happens when words are spoken instead of read.

The page becomes breath.

The silence between lines turns into heartbeat.

When I first started recording Teeth in the Silence, I knew it couldn’t be read by just anyone. The voice had to feel the weight of every pause, the ache, the restraint, the quiet fury beneath the language.

That’s when I heard Cornelius Clarke.

There’s something haunting and beautiful in his delivery, the way he lets a sentence linger, how...

There’s a strange quiet that follows creation.

Not the peaceful kind- the kind that hums just beneath the skin, full of static and heartbeat.

When I released Teeth in the Silence, I thought it would feel like an ending- a closing of every page I’d written through sleepless nights and quiet wars. But it isn’t. It’s an echo that keeps reshaping itself each time someone reads a line out loud, each time a stranger on TikTok writes, “I felt that.”

These poems weren’t meant to be polished. They were...

It’s strange seeing something you wrote in the dark finally step into the light.

Teeth in the Silence is officially out in the world, and I’ve been sitting here trying to find the right words for what that means - for me, and maybe for you too.

This book began as a way to survive myself. I wasn’t trying to write a collection or chase publication. I was just trying to make sense of the echoes; the things that stayed long after they should have left. Each piece came from somewhere quiet and...