Category Archives: Poetry

That New Millennium Dime: The Dime

Posted on November 27, 2010 by Ayodele Nzinga, MFA, PhD

That New Millennium Dime; a work that interrogates the dawn of a new century in America and the era of its first North American African president. Continue reading →

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Diary of a Mad Creative: I create therefore I am. Pt. 17

Posted on November 17, 2010 by Ayodele Nzinga, MFA, PhD

Rehearsal is like prayer. It is the highest form of artistic meditation. It is where the privilege of presenting is earned. Continue reading →

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Water Rites

Posted on November 9, 2010 by Ayodele Nzinga, MFA, PhD

ain’t nobody business what

me & the water

talks about Continue reading →

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The Great American Divide

Posted on November 9, 2010 by Ayodele Nzinga, MFA, PhD

Divide: to cleave asunder.

We are united most by our acceptance of division. Continue reading →

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Diary of a Mad Creative: I create therefore I am. Pt. 14

Posted on October 13, 2010 by Ayodele Nzinga, MFA, PhD

If you don’t decide where you stand you won’t know why you fell down. I deal in mental groceries. I want to feed my congregation. I don’t do fluff and I ain’t trying to cross over. If you want to … Continue reading →

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Sermon for 10/3/10: How will you be remembered?

Posted on October 3, 2010 by Ayodele Nzinga, MFA, PhD

When Mike Wallace asked Sister Thea Bowman how she would like to be remembered, she replied, “I want them to say: She tried.”
I want to be remembered for saying the words whispered in my ear.

Remember me swinging nouns and verbs like swords.
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Sermon for Sunday 9/26/10: I Want Things.

Posted on September 26, 2010 by Ayodele Nzinga, MFA, PhD

I woke this morning, alive.
Sun streaming in my window.
Window wide to let in the birdsong.
I woke up alive, and I want things. Continue reading →

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