Category Archives: Poetry

Mike Brown, 2015

Posted on August 9, 2015 by Ayodele Nzinga, MFA, PhD

We would rather have our sons than wear t shirts That say rest in peace we know there can be no peace In the absence of justice no peace as long as it’s just us overstanding Black lives Matter no … Continue reading →

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a final dream of flight

Posted on June 30, 2015 by Ayodele Nzinga, MFA, PhD

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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here & now 2

Posted on June 18, 2015 by Ayodele Nzinga, MFA, PhD

sometimes in a face I see a story a play hiding in the way a man walks a song humming on a street corner sometimes the art is waiting in the ordinary waiting to be amplified what is more stunning … Continue reading →

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North American African Poet

Posted on May 23, 2015 by Ayodele Nzinga, MFA, PhD

i am a poet language and ideas are my meat & bread the eye a tool that captures the light spilling on to the fully dressed fig tree the flight of birds the wind over the grass the pain in … Continue reading →

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pendulum

Posted on May 18, 2015 by Ayodele Nzinga, MFA, PhD

the universe has a moral arch there is an ever swinging pendulum some track its arch like cartographers historians who collect facts to connect points jean damu did that tracking the places the pendulum stopped stood still paused disappeared reappeared to … Continue reading →

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come dancing

Posted on May 14, 2015 by Ayodele Nzinga, MFA, PhD

come dancing with me lets dress up lets step  out late lets shimmy grind shake stay out all night tell them to pour us a double shot of life bottoms up like we are alive cuz life is short & the … Continue reading →

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augury

Posted on May 14, 2015 by Ayodele Nzinga, MFA, PhD

there was always the thin line of silver shot through the vibrant orange orbs resting on the bed of crimson it should have spoke to you this is not one like the others this one has ideas about itself butterflies … Continue reading →

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Brother Gone

Posted on May 7, 2015 by Ayodele Nzinga, MFA, PhD

peace, just a line to say you are on my mind so far away from home all you love surrounded on four sides by danger clear present enduring stealing you from us forcing you to hide your fire under water … Continue reading →

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new dance

Posted on May 6, 2015 by Ayodele Nzinga, MFA, PhD

a time will come to let go the child let them go where they will where you have not been they may bring you what you have never had never seen could not have imagined let them be bigger than … Continue reading →

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here/there

Posted on May 5, 2015 by Ayodele Nzinga, MFA, PhD

on the border it says here/there can you get there from here of course can you get there from here with a little effort movement is possible or stillness if it is not here maybe it is there what used … Continue reading →

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