Smoke & Stillness
Poetry and reflection around cannabis, stillness, recovery, advocacy, ritual, creativity, and the complicated ways people find comfort and clarity.
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No test can measure the nights, panic, meals, mornings, and quiet work behind a mother proving she can keep choosing her children.
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A crowded mind finally makes enough room for one sentence, then another, until the poem finds its own way out.
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People see smoke and stigma; they do not see the anxiety, sleepless nights, and battles that existed long before the ritual.
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She did not stop needing relief; she chose sobriety because tiny hands needed her more, even when the old ritual still calls.
Between Bruises & Blooms 