Author Archives: Ayodele Nzinga, MFA, PhD

About Ayodele Nzinga, MFA, PhD

I create; therefore I am.

discomfort (NPM2017 # 3)

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

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 in … Continue reading →

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in the beginning (NPM2017 # 1)

Posted on April 2, 2017 by Ayodele Nzinga, MFA, PhD

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 of … Continue reading →

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black alice’s bluz (NPM2017 # 2)

Posted on April 2, 2017 by Ayodele Nzinga, MFA, PhD

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 day … Continue reading →

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30 in 30 National Poetry Month 2017

Posted on April 2, 2017 by Ayodele Nzinga, MFA, PhD

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 busy … Continue reading →

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brick house steps

Posted on March 31, 2017 by Ayodele Nzinga, MFA, PhD

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 would … Continue reading →

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this poem: 2o17

Posted on March 14, 2017 by Ayodele Nzinga, MFA, PhD

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 over … Continue reading →

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a final dream of flight

Posted on March 7, 2017 by Ayodele Nzinga, MFA, PhD

For my strivers, one from the archives to add to my new Brick House Collection

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queen of the brick house

Posted on January 24, 2017 by Ayodele Nzinga, MFA, PhD

(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 come … Continue reading →

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underwater

Posted on January 22, 2017 by Ayodele Nzinga, MFA, PhD

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 ourselves … Continue reading →

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Happy Cul-du-Sac: A personal deconstruction of North American holidays.

Posted on December 26, 2016 by Ayodele Nzinga, MFA, PhD

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 town … Continue reading →

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