I am incredibly grateful for my Cascade and beyond friends who helped me with food money and gigs, which prevented me from going to the state hospital. Rib and hip complications from a bad fall + a college gig whose check went south left me in a horrible predictament food wise today...

Outside of my poetry life, I have been struggling very much. In April, a colleague and distant cousin who stole from my late aunt showed up to my house with a gun. He got arrested, but the functional left from my "functionally disabled" title. paypal.me/misterlashley

It's been a brutal half a year( elections, two guns pulled on my head, a stroke, and brutal fall down a hill) But I'm getting better and am excited to give you my collected works this fall.

So many people are tired of radical chic non profits, poet-influencers who have no business in politics, and the toxic politics they spew, but they wont say anything because the opposition is a Nazi sympathizing father of the woke right, and a performative phony white liberal who supports him.