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Queen Dee on a final dream of flight Denise Wooten on crazy((NPM2017 # 8) August Wilson and Fe… on The American Century Cycle platonegro on shoestrings chelleechauxnuff – United States – I do Inter-disciplinary Performing Arts such as Theater, mixed media works, found object collage, palm shard mask making and photo journalism, all while vocalizing all genres of music.I also grow plants and rag-up denim clothing into new designs. I love the oceans, Black cats , Black dogs and good food! chelleechauxnuff on shoestrings
Author Archives: Ayodele Nzinga, MFA, PhD
discomfort (NPM2017 # 3)
Advertisements i tried to paint the picture they shuddered i needed them to see they averted their eyes i needed them to hear they put their hands over their ears they say they want to understand but they can’t stay … Continue reading
in the beginning (NPM2017 # 1)
Advertisements in the beginning before the day wakes up i am whole dreaming the world as it should be i fly in my dreams i can see in dreams the dead whisper in dreams i listen they have let go … Continue reading
black alice’s bluz (NPM2017 # 2)
Advertisements fractured praying on the one one day maybe one not enough now not enough yesterday or the day before i am black alice running twice as fast to stand right in the same place today as yesterday and the … Continue reading
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30 in 30 National Poetry Month 2017
Advertisements In honor of National Poetry month and my first language; I will offer a poem a day for April 2017. I feel things that can only find air in a poem and in these times I find myself too … Continue reading
brick house steps
Advertisements there is blood on the steps of the brick house chalk outline washed away the blood is here to stay there is a cloud hanging over it won’t go away she’s quiet they call it solid in truth what … Continue reading
this poem: 2o17
Advertisements this poem is the product of a sharp no.2 black keeps remixing itself refuses to die learned of neccesity to multiply this poem wants air wants to breathe deep for those who cant wants wings so it can fly … Continue reading
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a final dream of flight
Advertisements For my strivers, one from the archives to add to my new Brick House Collection
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queen of the brick house
Advertisements (For Fran) queens don’t always have crowns some scrub floors and wash dishes some walk to work in the rain some have hands that show the ways of their days hard work and waiting for the seeds planted to … Continue reading
underwater
Advertisements the water is rising in the brick house having led many horses to water and watching them die of thirst in the brick house we have learned to outlast the rain we tread water we can’t dance upon baptize … Continue reading
Happy Cul-du-Sac: A personal deconstruction of North American holidays.
Advertisements I killed Christmas over a decade ago. I wrote a piece called Xmas. It detailed my knowing surrounding the holiday practically invented by Coca Cola. I talked about old west Christmases where they got drunk and shot up the … Continue reading
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