This is not a story about smoke. It’s a story about surviving the fire.
Smoke & Stillness holds poetry and reflection around cannabis, recovery, advocacy, ritual, creativity, quiet, stigma, and the complicated ways people search for relief and clarity.
These pieces reflect personal experience and are not medical advice or recommendations.
Ways Through the Smoke
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The Morning Found Me Before Sleep Did
Morning arrives from the wrong side of insomnia, catching her awake as darkness packs itself away one pale color at a time.
Smoke Between Rooms
At 4:20, one brief smoke break becomes a seam between chores, sleeping children, and the tired body carrying the whole day.
4:20 A.M.
At 4:20 a.m., an old smoke ritual lingers as memory while the sleeping house and a tired mother move toward morning.
Smoke Offering
A candle and a little smoke become offerings to an old house that asks no questions and lets a tired heart leave something behind.
After the Last Bottle
After the last bottle and the day’s final demand, a quiet smoke becomes less about escape and more about returning to herself.
Ghost of the First Exhale
At four in the morning, she misses the heavy quiet that once softened sleeplessness, anxiety, and the relentless sprint inside her mind.
The Honest Smoke
A late-night smoke does not promise to fix grief or erase hard realities; it simply offers a little honest quiet.
Smoke Between the Cracks
Smoke becomes a small place to unclench when grief and the world demand more weight than one body should have to carry.
One Day
A hope for the day relief no longer comes with judgment, conditions, or the fear of losing everything she has fought for.
Green Therapy
Somewhere between therapy and the forest, smoke becomes a ritual for quiet, creativity, laughter, and returning to yourself.
Between Bruises & Blooms 