DeadPoetHouse is not a brand. It’s a rebellion. A sanctuary for the haunted, the heartbroken, the beautifully broken — and those who choose to speak through silence.
Our Promise to You
Welcome to the DeadPoetHouse — a sacred space for writers and readers who live in the margins, breathe metaphors, and aren’t afraid of the dark.
We are the voice in the void, the scream in the silence, the poem written in ash.
Here, art is raw. Books bleed. And language is the final weapon.
You’re not just visiting a website. You’re entering a hidden chamber of souls.
DeadPoetHouse began as a whisper. A scream trapped in a writer's throat.
We are the house of the misfits — poets with shaking hands, novelists with shattered hearts, and thinkers who burn too brightly in a world that tells them to dim.
We don’t publish what’s popular. We publish what’s necessary.
In an age of fast content and shallow praise, we stand for depth, beauty, and rebellion.
Every book we print is a ritual. Every phrase is a resurrection.
Our mission is to:
We are underground by design.
10
May
A sacred virtual gathering where writers read the words they’ve never dared to publish — then burn the page on camera.
It’s part poetry, part exorcism.
Open mic format, limited slots. Viewers can watch or participate.
We’ll end with a collective reading of a group-written ritual poem, line by line, live.
👉 Bring a lighter, a page, and your soul.
Where: Online (Zoom)
When: 8pm SAST
7
June
A night of whispered wounds and unsent love letters.
Anonymous submissions will be read aloud by DeadPoetHouse voice actors in a dim-lit stream with a soft soundtrack.
Expect heartbreak, nostalgia, rage, longing.
Submit yours early at: deadpoethouse.com/letters
Where: Live Streamed on Instagram & Youtube
When: 7pm SAST
31
July
An intimate, quiet co-writing session with ambient music and soft prompts.
We start with a group grounding ritual, then everyone writes for 45 minutes in silence.
At the end, those who want to share can read one line aloud.
No pressure. No judgment. Just raw presence.
Where: Private Zoom Room
When: Midnight sharp SAST
15
August
A curated virtual showcase of underground poets, storytellers, and authors from the DeadPoetHouse community.
Each performer gets 5 minutes to shake the digital walls with their words.
Spoken word, flash fiction, confessions, poetry — anything goes, as long as it's real.
Live Q&A with select authors after the reading.
🎟 Free for newsletter subscribers. Limited spots.
Where: Live Reading Edition (To be confirmed)
When: 6pm SAST
"We are the ink-stained ghosts of forgotten writers, back to finish what they started."
DeadPoetHouse was not born from convenience.
It wasn’t an idea brainstormed over coffee with investors.
There were no whiteboards. No polished decks. No PowerPoints.
There was only pain.
And the question that echoed louder than the world could silence:
What happens to the stories that never got told?
We were born from the unfinished.
From the broken.
From the brilliance that never made it to bookshelves.
From the journals soaked in sweat and cigarette ash.
From the poems written on napkins, never read aloud.
We are the echo of the authors who died unpublished, and the scream of the writers still alive, unheard.
DeadPoetHouse was founded by two creatives who didn’t want to wait for permission anymore.
We’d seen the industry.
We saw how it polished truth into mediocrity.
How it trimmed the strange into the safe.
How it diluted real into marketable.
We said: No.
This house was built for the misfits.
For the weird.
For the sensitive.
For the brilliant outsiders who were told their stories were “too much.”
DeadPoetHouse is our resistance.
Our revolt.
Our cathedral made of everything you were told to hide.
DeadPoetHouse is more than a brand. It's a belief system.
Here’s what we stand on:
We don’t just publish.
We witness.
We don’t just create books.
We craft relics.
We don’t chase virality.
We build legacy.
We operate at the crossroads of art, ritual, and rebellion.
We release books that don’t fit into boxes — because they were never meant to.
Our catalog ranges from:
Each book is hand-built, soul-stained, and designed to outlive the author.
We host events that feel more like church than conferences.
Think:
Virtual séances for your past selves
We gather not to network — but to resurrect truth.
We don’t do followers. We build a cult of care.
A space where writers lift each other.
Where darkness is not feared, but honored.
Where being vulnerable is powerful — not a liability.
We’re building the world’s most poetic underground. And you’re invited.
We are not here for a season.
We are not here to ride trends.
We are here to etch eternity into paper.
We see DeadPoetHouse evolving into:
We want to leave behind more than bestsellers.
We want to leave behind artifacts.
Books that don’t just tell stories — they become stories.
If you read us, we will wreck you — and rebuild you.
If you write for us, we will treat your words like scripture.
If you join us, you will never feel alone in your darkness again.
You’ve been looking for a sign?
This is it.
You’re not too late.
You’re not too broken.
You’re not too weird.
You’re perfectly built for this house.
The front door of the DeadPoetHouse is always open.
Dust off your words.
Light the candle.
Step inside.
We’ve been waiting for you.
These aren’t just books. They’re sacred artifacts — each one carrying the ghost of a story that demanded to be told.
We publish across genres, but every piece shares our core: emotional depth, raw honesty, and an unfiltered human experience.
