The Storm That Had No Teeth is a collection of poems about the losses we choose, the ones we don’t, and the silences that settle in between. Randolph Parker writes about grief that outlives the grieving, joy that won’t stay still, aging that sneaks up like a shadow, and the ordinary moments we were present for but failed to actually see. These poems don’t comfort so much as they recognize — the feeling that someone finally put words to the thing you couldn’t name.​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​