A poem “Poverty is…..”



Poverty is dangerous it puts you in places you should not be living with people who do not love you or like you or want you there who hurt you and choke you or only want to fuck you poverty takes your dignity kicks you out on the street with your wants desire jealousy poverty is filthy it doesn’t have closets a toothbrush it is losing everything again it’s even losing when you win failing before you begin poverty hurts it is separate but equal healthcare it is standing in the food bank line with the flu when the Dr said you must rest poverty is stress constant movement instability a dark vortex a sinking hole chaos is hell disconnection poverty doesn’t have a cosigner doesn’t care give a shit or a fuck about your rights needs or ability to pay for them your age or education who you know affiliations  activism how many miles you have marched or fought poverty is vets and their widows children and puppies everybodyPoverty is a starving artist who needs a publisher an agent has 5$ chapbooks but doesn’t have change for your 20. Poverty knows where everything free is resourcefuless not lack of skills just money poverty needs help is preventable by those who are very sorry they don’t accept section 8 although they feel for you , apologize because you don’t qualify , doesn’t want to be a hero but will pray for you and wishes they could help  Poverty lies to your face tells you to have positive thoughts to change your vibration think abundance life advice right now is apathetic indifferent poverty is discrimination won’t hire you or include you smiles and nods at you it is rude and condescending it is watched on the street corner poverty is pulled over for nothing,  trapped in fishing nets poverty watches videos of people freeing hopelessly trapped animals every day.  Poverty will take your car, put you in jail, foreclose on your house  This is a setup the system is working stuck here living in fear  poverty is a minimum wage hoax that charges 1000 dollars a month rent and 700 dollars taxes before you even anything  it is fining you for doing nothing nothing poverty cant participate can’t make it won’t show up doesn’t have enough can’t pay poverty is sick broke mentally ill has PTSD depression anxiety and a kid with ADD poverty causes conditions for  mental illness trauma and vulnerability poverty ran out of gas twice this month so far driving on 4 thread bare tires  1 almost flat on the freeway in the heat in front of your Lexus reckless poverty is not your problem poverty is dangerous and puts us all in places we should not be it is billions of people in this world  millions in america it is thousands in my town it is family that are tired of lead in their water and friends with no opportunity poverty is single disabled moms losing their license it’s dad’s with two jobs and expired tabs, grandma can’t afford her medicine again, gramps is hopeless  is nothing to anyone is forgotten and unimportant just like me. 
About the author

Lennée Reid is a geeky veganish universalist QPOC witch doctor mama bear poet activist survivor goddess on the spectrum who doesnt like labels that uses punctuation when she d@mn well pleases smile emoticon period Lennée has appeared in the UPS DIRT! project, Creative Colloquy, The Girl God, Tattoosday, and is forthcoming from Lost Tower. Her poems and photos are often in “Works In Progress”. Lennée repped Olympia Peoples Mic in NYC for WOWPS 2016, has featured and slammed across the country, and was heard on the KAOS 89.3 lit show “Tell It Slant”.
Find her @lenneereid mamamystic.wordpress.com


I’m serious and my PayPal is lennee.r@hotmail.com

Thanks for your support.


I AM #88!


Hello there people of the internet. Now that I’ve decompressed it’s time for an update on my WOWPS experience.  The people I met were  amazing! I connected with poets from around the world like Maddie Godfrey and went to some awesome readings. I met Sara Eve Fermin, Wil Gibson, and Erin dingle at the visible and invisible disabilities reading, all of whoms work I admire. #sparklebrainsunite And dressed as Hermione hosting the nerd slam, Tolanda Henderson, a truly kindred spirit. Some of my favorite NW poets were there too. Cecily Schuler was organizing the volunteers and Garfield Hillson was volunteering staying just up the road from me in Bushwick, Brooklyn. Both of them made NYC more comfortable. Although the structure prevented me from seeing Nikita Oliver perform, who’s work I’ve posted here on asliceofmysticpi, or Shana Alden I know they made it rain.

Gotta shout out to the Bushwick graffiti and mural artists making their mark.




My first bout I performed “Black Widow” which you can check out a performance of from Seattle Poetry Slam Here on my YouTube channel and “temple of cannabis”. Both my poems came in last. 3 of the 5 judges at one time were west point cadets. I of course said something cause I can’t keep my mouth shut. Maybe they don’t like revolution or weed. I haven’t placed last in a slam in well over a year and that’s all I’m saying about that…… Mumbles something about poetry being judged by uniforms under breath…

At my second bout I was happy to meet a mentor and Facebook friend in real life, Deborah Pointer. Yes, the Deborah pointer from Def Poetry Jam. She got this great shot of me slamming “One” which you can check out really old video of hereback when I had wrapped dreadlocks. “One” came in last and “Premeditated Repressed Memory” came in 5th.

And then we went out to dinner at this delicious Chinese place. Most importantly she made me feel like a sister at home in a huge city. And I totally forgot to take pictures. The leftovers were good though.


The next day I ate the lunch special at this delightful Nepalese Indian place Called Spice and Grill on Myrtle in Brooklyn. And I mean I ate it the whole next day. It was a lot of delicious food. Here’s a local article about them http://myrtleavenue.org/spice-grill-to-bring-nepalese-food-to-myrtle-avenue/



I got a chance to catch an open mic hosted by Sharief Hobley at Bijan’s
It was an honor to hear someone who has worked with so many legends play in an intimate setting and he was a friendly host. I had a delicious soup that I have never tasted anything like before and highly recommend. The drummer was super cool and awesome just like the bartender guy and the waitress was on point, the other performers should get a shout out too. It was memorable. I would definitely go back there and take way more notes and pictures. I’m new at this.


When I poemed in N.Y. for #WOWPSBK I did not come in last! Although 88th out of 96 is probably the worst I’ve ever done at anything in my life, I’m happy with not last. I could’ve done worse! I will do better next time! And considering everything I had to overcome just to participate I’d say I did my best. I’ve improved a lot since wowps and overall I’m glad I went. Although honestly, it was more difficult physically, emotionally, and financially than I anticipated or could handle, I survived. My fundraiser met 8% of its goal. Even without bringing my daughter I really needed to meet half the goal. so please donate to send Lennée to wowps on Indiegogo Anything helps.

Knowing how much my daughter loves fashion, I said I’d get a picture of someone who looked like a model. And would you know #sidewalkrunwaynyc on Instagram was the best dressed lady I saw. I have a good eye. She has great taste. We will be internet friends forever.


Then I checked out this street show. This guy does some kinda bouncing cartwheel on his back too. It’s sick.


And this guy

that you can check out on my Instagram which has more pics from NY including a couple blocks worth of the murals you saw earlier.

After finals I came back to Cascadia.
Congratulations to Co WOWPS 2016 Champs Emi Mahmoud and Imani Cezanne!


Here’s Emi Mahmouds Finals Performance

Here’s Imani Cezanne on YouTube

You should totally check them out.

Namaste Your Majesties

About the Queen, I mean author
image photo credit Ryan Harris

Lennée Reid is a geeky veganish universalist QPOC witch doctor mama bear poet activist survivor goddess on the spectrum who doesnt like labels that uses punctuation when she d@mn well pleases smile emoticon period Lennée has appeared in the UPS DIRT! project, Creative Colloquy, The Girl God, Tattoosday, and is forthcoming from Lost Tower. Her poems and photos are often in “Works In Progress”. Lennée repped Olympia Peoples Mic in NYC for WOWPS 2016, has featured across the country, and was heard on the KAOS 89.3 lit show “Tell It Slant”.

Find her online @lenneereid

Dear everyone driving in Cascadia



Dear everyone driving in Cascadia.  There is a sacred driving formula that you will need to drive without road rage, anxiety,  or wasting your gas and time.  It is the pulse of I5, the heartbeat of Seattle and Portland.  There are between 4-6 hours a day that you can’t drive I5 or in Seattle proper for that matter. Well you could but it’s a parking lot .  Have to go before or after, unless you enjoy bicycles and foot traffic passing you by.  There is a gas/time/distance formula for optimal cost,  time spent on the road idling wasting gas for how long and when you have to be where. 

Now granted, the formula means you don’t go into the city between 8 – 10 am and you don’t leave between 4-6 pm.  Also if you have to be in Seattle on say, new years eve,  you leave at 8p the day before. 

The pulse goes into the city in the morning and out a night.  How I love driving North into the city at night from Olympia with rush hour on the other side. 

Now Portland needs at least two new bridges.  One on either side the only current I5 crossing.  At rush hour there is a web of parking lot on every road highway and off ramp as far as the eyes can see.  It’s a waste of time and money running your car. So pull over and enjoy Majestic Cascadia.  Check out our delicious local artisan crafted everything, and spend time relaxing in our breathtaking parks.

So plan ahead,  go before,  go after just know when to drive I5.

Send Lennee to WOWPS


Dear People of The Internet,

I have a favor to ask. You see, I recently won the Olympia People’s Mic Women Of The World Poetry Slam qualifier.

Photo credit: Ryan Harris

That’s an actual picture of me crying when I won, and Rachel Greene being a supportive awesome person.

So now, I am asking for your support to get to WOWPS this March. I would love the opportunity to present my poetry on the national stage and compete representing my favorite town, Olympia, WA. I am a single mom and I’m a disabled, troubled artist poet so money is really really tight. Poetry is my passion. It has given me a voice and helps me heal to survive this rollercoaster called life. So if you enjoy my blog writing, I hope you do, and would love to support the arts, women, and moms in this way, please make a donation to “Send Lennee to WOWPS” on Indiegogo http://igg.me/at/ppniIyhgWyk/shre/8193110

So why should you give me money to go to WOWPS? What is that anyway? And will giving me your money change the world? Ill tell ya.
WOWPSis more than a poetry slam. Its a week where the most outspoken women come together to share and learn in sisterhood. Please help me get there. It will help me grow as a person. Its an experience I would love to share with.my daughter. I have worked hard to qualify to be a part of it. Sending us there would literally influence my life and my daughters chances of going to college. Yes you can change the world one dollar at a time. And for 25$ you even get a special edition handmade chapbook signed by me.
Cover art “The Goddess of Woo” by Kay Shevon
How cool is that? I designed the cover and it has my best slam poems so it’s very cool. So cool it will be worth 300$ when im a famous poet. An investment shall we say?

Oh! And if you haven’t seen me perform before, heres some recent footage from Seattle Poetry Slam

And some really old footage of from before I ever competed in a slam, because it’s always fun to look at old footage.


That’s the poem that started this journey. One. It’s been said in more places than I could imagine already. How about New York?

Thanks for following reading supporting and listening. Thank you.

Thank you.


Aka “The Queen”

Morsels in Seattle


So new year new shows new places to eat new blog post here we go.

So I was in Seattle last week. I checked out a beautiful venue, the Columbia City Theater, with my friend and fellow performer The Big Funny Travis Simmons. 


That’s a picture of Travis with the event poster at the venue.  Omg and would you look at that. I am on that big ass poster too. Im kinda proud of that so. Yeah. Feburary 4th at the Columbia City Theatre I will say moving funny poetic sh!t it will be awesome come check it out. No cover.

While in Seattle I visited my friend Aidan, who is going to be a world class dentist once UW is finished running her into the ground… Go Dawgs! Then I went to a biscuit joint. Now, granted it is standing room only because there are like 4 tables and a 3 seater counter and register to this whole cafe, but also because the biscuits are so delicious.


Mushroom biscuits and gravy at Morsels, Seattle

Half order one scrambled egg it was delicious. Hit the spot.  Now there is a lot to mention about this little cafe on University way.


The menu is straight forward and everything on it sounds delicious.

They have this hot sauce that is perfect on biscuits and gravy and eggs.


But thats not all. I ordered one mushroom gravy biscuit with 2 eggs scrambled. The counter lady was all “Are you sure you want two? Cause two is like four, one is like two. We whip them up they are really good”

That was awesome and honest. It was like two eggs just ordering one. She did me a favor I can really appreciate cause Im broke.

So if youre near 4754 university way, have 5-10 bucks, and are hungry. Go to Morsels. You’ll be happy you did.

Vegan biscuits and gravy. My favorite vegetarian thing to eat currently.

Top ten reasons the family shelter on the Eastside of Olympia is better than the motel 6 on the Southside of Chicago


Top ten reasons the family shelter on the Eastside of Olympia is better than the motel 6 on the south side of Chicago

#1 the shelter has a piano and a fireplace in the lobby it’s warm, inviting, and kinda classy you will find none  of that sh!t at the motel 6 on the south side of Chicago
#2 Free fuzzy blankets, lunch, and cupcakes delivered from the local oly social justice activists.
day old coffee and fruit loops is not my idea of edible
#3 can you say bunk beds? what kid doesn’t want their own mini loft to play monster high with a flash light? that’s way more fun than checking for bed bugs and you know what with a  black light
#4 there is better furniture at the shelter with plaques above from various business who donated them the suite at the motel was designed sometime in the late 70’s sofa complete with cigarette burns and duct tape
#5 Free laundry and clean bedding free and clean do not go together anywhere at all on southside
#6 all wood floors no wall to wall ground in ash and duct tape print rugs turning my socks black at the shelter
#7 no sex in the shelter explaining to my kid the people in the next room are jumping on the bed and wrestling and I do not know why they are not quiet at bedtime will not happen at the shelter
#8 there are many places within walking distance of the shelter parks Puget sound, farmers market, cupcake shops, the white castle on the south side does not have  gluten free vegan cupcakes.
#9 basic cable and Netflix what! yep no 5 weird local channels and ten porn stations in the shelter common areas. Way too family oriented for that.
#10 It’s quiet and no one at the front desk treats you like shit.
the complete opposite of the motel six on the south side of Chicago.

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Environmental poetry workshop



I had the honor of facilitating 2 poetry workshops at NOVA in Seattle this week. The students were very engaged. I hope I get to come back there.

Here’s a poem from the environmental workshop a student created. The prompt was to write a poem about a walk in your environment. Thank you Harrison for sending this in. It really shows that you are watching.


a plume of exhaust hits my face and fills my lungs
a burrito occupies a seat at the bus stop
plastic tumbleweeds roll down the street in the wind
people rush around me shoving their way through the crowd
wet clothing piled in a corner
the crunch of broken glass
and the squish of rotting fruit
a sick heaving man leans
unidentified stains on a wall
cars race as the light turns green
dirty water flows down the drain

-Harrison Kutz

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