Ghost Buffalo Vision


I awaken in a calm foggy meadow at daybreak with a massive herd of white buffalo. They all have a different vibrant blanket on their backs. Their faces shape shift, but are wise and kind. A spirit woman stands up in and rides one buffalo. As others join I see the ancestors are coming. Some buffalo become white deer or giraffe, a white camel even an elephant. Ancestors, shamans, grandmothers, and cheifs from all time manifest into the herd to give them direction. The buffalo stampede through a beautiful vision of smoke fog steam on a field of ethereal white tan grey mysts everything melts together as one. Their eyes turn fierce red focused as they run through the meadow, all have the same red eyed white buffalo face now. I turn around and somehow am riding in a stampede of ghost buffalo angry at something for very good reason. I wonder why when by nature they are so gentle and kind. I am unafraid, yet my mind screams “WHY?” All I notice are blankets of every design floating on the mysts like a quilt of hope ready to cover a great darkness on the horizon and the distinct smell of fresh clean spring water. The first spirit women she comes to me and for one moment the whole scene stops and I hear the softest whispers answer, “life”.

Lennée Reid is a geeky veganish ecclectic mystic poet activist QPOC single mom survivor goddess on the spectrum who doesnt like labels. She has appeared in the UPS DIRT! project, Creative Colloquy, Tattoosday, Lost Tower, Works In Progress, Spectrum Women, and her chapbook “Universal State of Mind”, published by The Girl God. Lennée has featured and slammed across the country, was The Olympia Peoples Mic first WOWPS representative, opened for Pussy Riot, was heard on Paradigms, Tell It Slant, and Wheel of Wonder. Her spoken word album “The Second Coming of Matriarchy” is available at

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The Night of 9/9


​The night of 9/9
I was flying in my first car 

Chrysler New Yorker 

Close my glovebox done 

Whatever I was messing with 

Is not important anymore


I soared through a fire station 

Commotion bells sirens 

Men sliding down 

Running around halls frantic

I continue flew through a desert 

Devoid of all but a simple trailer

Flew through viewed men in turbans

Watching TV silent from disbelief 

I took off flying right down a strange street

All it had was gas stations 

As far as the eye can see. 

I fly and think this can’t be right. Lies

I bank to the side circled around 

Twice behind the last station 

Fenced in with kennels out back

Four dogs one a pure white Pyrenees 

One with a chow red like flames 

Last kennel with two dogs dead

German shepherd and a Dalmatian 

I flew on and I couldn’t understand why

It was snowing this high in the South 

Orange mesh barricades below

On both sides

My eyes burn

I rise cough cover my mouth

Cherries and berries and snow in the sky

This is how I remember 

The night of 9/9
True story poem by Lennée Reid 

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DNA Results!


I have seen a lot of people posting their  ancestry DNA results, so I thought I’d share mine, as some of you may still be wondering “what I am”. 

Congratulations you are a complex multidimensional being from another universe! Below are our state of the art findings and in depth analyses of your haplo types.
55% European 

(Irish, Scottish, English, German)

33% Witchcraft 

(Pagan, Voudou, Kitchen, Garden, Chaos)

27% Goddess

(Enheduanna, Oshun, Morrigan, Maat, Durga)

25% Creole (French, Native, African) 

23% Scientist (physics, biology, psychology)

21% Nican Tlaca  (Look it up, bitch)

20% Rei Ki Woo Mojo Juju Mysticism

19% Indigenous  (Choctaw, Cherokee)

16% Odins thunder delivered by the hand of  Wakan Tanka at my ascension for the destruction of Satan at the apocalypse  

(Yes, it says that, bitch) 

15% Gluten Free Vegan Tacos

15% Ascended Immortal Queen 

12% Ghetto (That’s right, bitch!)

10% Anglo Saxon Protestant Bourgeois (Who knows better than to call you lovely people bitches, apologizes profusely, and thanks you for looking up Nican Tlaca… Because you did. *crosses ankles, sips tea, fakes smile*) 

10% Indian Thai Fusion Curry

9% Queer Two Spirit Cis Woman 

      With Bigger Balls Than You!  

7% Power Tools

5% Washington Legal Cannabis 

3% Local Artisanal Kombucha

2% Delta Blues Influenced Gospel 

1% Dominatrix ( I said, that’s right, bitch!)

0.5% Sheer Utter Lunacy
Ancestral commentary by Lennée Reid 

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May Day in Cascadia


May Day in Cascadia 2017

Let me get this straight.  In downtown Olympia less than mile from where we live….

1 The anarchists fucked shit up so…

2 The cops shot rubber bullets at the anarchists and… 

3 The homeless threw bricks at the anarchists but… 

4 The anarchists usually kick nazi ass and…

5 The cops usually think thats funny but also harass the homeless so… 

6 My enemy’s enemy is my what now?

7 But who is on first?

8 Do the homeless get badges but not houses? 

9 The helicopter is still circling.

10 May Day in Cascadia!
Poem by Lennée Reid 

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Dreadlocked Solidarity


I know a white guy who murdered a guy

When he did hard time

His dreadlocks were a sign 

To all the skinheads far and wide 

I’m not a Nazi I’m a killer

Racists better run and hide 

Dreadlocks aren’t misappropriation

On the inside of brutal crime

Prison culture has the final say 

On what is cool and fine 

I see a sign of solidarity 

Wrapped around an open mind

I know my white dude is truth for real

I’ve known that nigga a long time

It should be easy to understand 

Our brothers on the frontline

We could continue to argue the point 

But I really don’t see why

Cause Nazi skinheads 

Don’t wear dreadlocks

And if one does I’d bet that they

Are probably FBI!
Poem by Lennée Reid 

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Protect and serve who


protect and serve police

drag away protesters in wheelchairs 

murder pregnant women in their homes 

murder law abiding government employees arrest lawyers while representing their client shoot shoplifters in the back 

protect the kkk are the kkk are terrorists 

charge you money for driving and speeding 

which isnt a crime don’t pay do time

protect serve abuse extortion blackmail racism  BDSM wonderland American dream 

handcuffs billy club mace

protect and serve who 

not me
Poem by Lennée Reid 

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Silly string and glitter


Murders too close to home

Too many too quickly for sanity

People in our communities 

What safe space? School?  Home?

There is no “self care ” for

This bullshit we are living 

Shower, have lovely tea

Cooked a delicious dinner, eat

Go for a walk with my kid 

Watch people play baseball

Hold back vomit and tears as I sit

Go home, take a bath, relax

Alive but wise enough to

Stop going to Seattle

Stay in Olympia 

Where fascists stand stranded 

In silly string and glitter

Poem by Lennée Reid 

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