Author Archives: Ayodele Nzinga, MFA, PhD

About Ayodele Nzinga, MFA, PhD

I create; therefore I am.

skywriter

Posted on June 20, 2016 by Ayodele Nzinga, MFA, PhD

sometimes you look at your feet you think where you done walked you remember the holes you fell in the times you were underwater before you learned to swim you forget you are walking that the dirt remembers you you … Continue reading →

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she who holds up the sky

Posted on June 12, 2016 by Ayodele Nzinga, MFA, PhD

  holding up the sky is dangerous business but someone has to how will the sun set where will the moon rise if the sky falls she who holds the sky above her arms extended neck craned to make sure … Continue reading →

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horse day

Posted on May 17, 2016 by Ayodele Nzinga, MFA, PhD

sun baked day like all days just a day until it is something more the horses came two lean large eyed looking hungry horses two prosperity after hunger after want after white light so bright blinded now we can see … Continue reading →

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hell must be a hoot

Posted on March 9, 2016 by Ayodele Nzinga, MFA, PhD

the devil laughs why wouldn’t he laugh loud deep & long hell is probably very merry for the devil & his minions hail hail the gangs all here hell must be one grand monsters ball all the bad guys together … Continue reading →

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The Death of Innocence

Posted on February 28, 2016 by Ayodele Nzinga, MFA, PhD

the innocence that wrote love poems and captured beauty like life could be kept fire-flied in a bottle fled slowly/ leaving pragmatism on the dresser in a shade of clouded jade there is little to s… Source: The Death of … Continue reading →

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wind

Posted on February 4, 2016 by Ayodele Nzinga, MFA, PhD

  last night I intended to dream of the horse eaters standing stoically against the wind I dreamed instead the wind chafing my thoughts of going forward tenderly carrying calloused dreams of locomotion needing translation loosely layered over real rude … Continue reading →

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the morning

Posted on January 31, 2016 by Ayodele Nzinga, MFA, PhD

we grew out of the soil from ancient coastal cities with music in their names we have forgotten the names of the cities the meaning of the rhythms we traversed the unknown unwillingly eaten by a thing we would come … Continue reading →

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sirus blue cosmology

Posted on January 30, 2016 by Ayodele Nzinga, MFA, PhD

there was a time we watched the skies from a different point in the universe we saw even the ones that were invisible then cotton came we crossed the graveyard to serve cotton sugar indigo spitting out the eaters of … Continue reading →

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rusty bucket promises

Posted on January 25, 2016 by Ayodele Nzinga, MFA, PhD

  some days seem like the best I ever had is a rusty bucket half full of water with a hole in it on good days I remember to be grateful for the bucket  be joy filled that when I … Continue reading →

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The Long Distance Runner

Posted on January 18, 2016 by Ayodele Nzinga, MFA, PhD

I never was a sprinter- perhaps I wanted to be bleached concrete & bright lights smelling of broken dreams called to me since age three. But higher powers had a plan for me- ancestors whispering walk with great faith to … Continue reading →

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