Monthly Archives: April 2017

left handed child (NPM2017 10)

Posted on April 13, 2017 by Ayodele Nzinga, MFA, PhD

i dreamed of the left-handed child standing in the middle of the road i have been dreaming about preaching on milk cartons most of my dreams come from the ocean my sleep is a classroom my teachers are mostly dead … Continue reading →

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in conversation with God

Posted on April 13, 2017 by Ayodele Nzinga, MFA, PhD

  do you talk to God do you listen when God answers do you overstand God’s will God demands you see God’s work you can hear God’s voice floating in the vibration beneath the surface of the ocean phantoms below … Continue reading →

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beyond capacity (NPM2017 9)

Posted on April 9, 2017 by Ayodele Nzinga, MFA, PhD

there are places you may never see out beyond the end of the known past the safety nets where the air thins the ground is rocky there is no path all roads are uphill where life stretches you like a … Continue reading →

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crazy((NPM2017 # 8)

Posted on April 9, 2017 by Ayodele Nzinga, MFA, PhD

some days you can see  crazy sitting cross the room grinning legs crossed nails polished bare assed naked crazy light shining from its good eye yeah you can smell the metallic burned copper smell of it running in blood dancing … Continue reading →

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brick house sunrise

Posted on April 9, 2017 by Ayodele Nzinga, MFA, PhD

open the curtains in the brick house let the light spill in peeling back the dark illuminating broken things scattered like litter on the side of life the broken dolls games that glitch the only for this side of town … Continue reading →

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first language (NPM2017 # 7)

Posted on April 8, 2017 by Ayodele Nzinga, MFA, PhD

one dreams in first language it is the language of prayer first language is where your soul lives where home is when it’s raining fire it’s where we land after falling through the ground we grow from the cathedral that … Continue reading →

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xodus: the requiem #1 ballad of struggle seed

Posted on April 6, 2017 by Ayodele Nzinga, MFA, PhD

struggle seed plays through the narrative like pain oozing from piano keyz underwater bluz the weight of destiny born eyes open privileged to see I never close my eyes ancestors talk to me even if I wanted sleep its test … Continue reading →

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triggers (NPM2017 # 6)

Posted on April 6, 2017 by Ayodele Nzinga, MFA, PhD

i am from the school of small axes of the days when the most violent write the letter of the law the law often a faithless mistress combines to chalk line my boundaries forgetting who pushed who first or legitimizing it … Continue reading →

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out of body (NPM2017 # 5)

Posted on April 6, 2017 by Ayodele Nzinga, MFA, PhD

my body my black girl body has never been mine stands in need of reclamation is a site of oppression a battlefield to be conquered bartered criminalized minimized trivialized made a chariture masking your desire to consume the very vessel … Continue reading →

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black and white (NPM2017 # 4)

Posted on April 6, 2017 by Ayodele Nzinga, MFA, PhD

imagine me as i am fiercely beautiful a black and white negative growing in the shade of contempt like a desert rose fragrant in the funk of it unbowed refusing to be broken being everything else and then some more … Continue reading →

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