Monthly Archives: June 2015

in memory of woody guthrie, 4th of July, 2012

Posted on June 30, 2015 by Ayodele Nzinga, MFA, PhD

naked cruelness puts on clothes and still cuts razor slices you don’t know you dying till you dead don’t know you dying till you dead we been right here before we just dont remember so here we go walking down … Continue reading →

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bright

Posted on June 30, 2015 by Ayodele Nzinga, MFA, PhD

coming into knowing is like the space where the dream crest the wave and hits shore in that moment of sand stirred by water shells akimbo flooded with the taste of brine oneness with all is bright blue

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a final dream of flight

Posted on June 30, 2015 by Ayodele Nzinga, MFA, PhD

i have a pen i have written my own story i read yours it was narrow sad predictable on so many levels it did not predict my flight i wrote it over the text offered i spoke it softly looking … Continue reading →

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dreams of flight/ 3

Posted on June 30, 2015 by Ayodele Nzinga, MFA, PhD

here is quiet now like between breaths like after a storm if you strain you can smell the freshness of this place green ever growing ever new renewing itself perpetual & foreverness permeates here i have flown away looking down … Continue reading →

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dreams of flight/ 2

Posted on June 30, 2015 by Ayodele Nzinga, MFA, PhD

yes Baraka its a little difficult some days damn near impossible but i remember to remember you asking is it a little difficult? knowing its been harder for so many know they came in and beat you bloody locked up … Continue reading →

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dreams of flight/ 1

Posted on June 30, 2015 by Ayodele Nzinga, MFA, PhD

if you bought land in the country i would go i would learn to make jam i would become a country woman & maybe the days would find the beat of my life growing out of the ground smelling like … Continue reading →

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on freedom & suffering

Posted on June 30, 2015 by Ayodele Nzinga, MFA, PhD

to own nothing is to be free or so its said suffering is caused by want they say small footprints with no sign of your passing they say i say sing loudly want things own your want your sorrow your … Continue reading →

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the accounting

Posted on June 27, 2015 by Ayodele Nzinga, MFA, PhD

when the wolves and sheep are counted when the scales are finally balanced when justice can see when the clarion sounds & the good men come forth where will you be when the times of camels & needles eyes is … Continue reading →

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respite

Posted on June 27, 2015 by Ayodele Nzinga, MFA, PhD

by the sea somewhere far away from concrete & sirens where birdss make lazy circles over the water peering underneath from up above diving in to capture dinner on the fly far away from chalk outlines grim faced children drugged … Continue reading →

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walking with wilson

Posted on June 26, 2015 by Ayodele Nzinga, MFA, PhD

i have been walking with wilson out by the ocean cross the water seen both sides got baptized by a ghost who gave me a song that was my own drug that song thru the graveyard wrapped it in star … Continue reading →

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