Author Archives: Ayodele Nzinga, MFA, PhD

About Ayodele Nzinga, MFA, PhD

I create; therefore I am.

the gardener’s apprentice

i can only plant in the dirt i got it got to grow what i need cuz its all i got i am trying to grow me a world might as well start right here where i am with empty … Continue reading

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dead tomorrows

for the mama’s who have had to bury tomorrow & go on without it’s promise for women who have placed a piece of themselves in a box & buried it six feet under ground burned it placed in in an urn … Continue reading

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big brother’s arms

micochips predictive software & chalk outlines mark this time like the days of the beast & none shall sell or trade least they kiss the ring children this is a tale of boogeymen are you sleep? or are you listening? … Continue reading

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ditty bopp

I ditty bopp so hard I know it pleases the lawd I can show you but I’ll never tell you how I do this walk into the river & come out with two fish blessed like this salty with a … Continue reading

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Guilty of Innocence

innocence might live in a child’s eye until dreams of Santa & Easter bunnies die but it does not play well in the grown up world where ignorance is no excuse & what is ignorance but grown up innocence conjured … Continue reading

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

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

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

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

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

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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