Category Archives: warrior art

Brick House Women (NPM2017 15)

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

brick house women don’t dream God they dream of the ocean walking on water through fire of rising like mist over rivers overcoming with the sunrise standing up when the sun sets when they dream of falling they then dream flying … Continue reading →

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The Gratitudes: Moving Hands

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

I am grateful for the movements created out of praying with your hands moving lift us up we will not fall ever forward like the love of mother’s invincible boundless like the abundance of fat godz a lioness awake circling … Continue reading →

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Crossroad

Posted on November 5, 2016 by Ayodele Nzinga, MFA, PhD

I am grateful for the crossroads here is where change can occur choices and consequences here is where we walk our heart religion is what you do the crossroads reveal character intention, mettle, and upbringing what you live for reveals … Continue reading →

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Bobby Hutton Park

Posted on October 8, 2016 by Ayodele Nzinga, MFA, PhD

The Defermerys are alive, says the beige council woman. They may be living but Bobby Hutton is dead and we have renamed the park to keep him alive surely you understand life and death eternally binary we are binary people … Continue reading →

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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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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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promise

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

hands raw from work dedicated to writing their future carving a space for tomorrow to stand with rusted teaspoons in a land of bulldozers tenderly caressing the unborn future seeding it with possible in winters that refuse to end assuring … Continue reading →

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wind walker

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

the wind at your back wraps your coat around you pushes you forward or lays you low the wind is ever at your back it will not rest so you can not time running behind the wind spilling away minutes … Continue reading →

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The Sad and Sorry Tale of Caesar Wilkes. (Radio Golf: Production notes #1)

Posted on November 22, 2015 by Ayodele Nzinga, MFA, PhD

To understand the end one must have an appreciation for the beginning. So as I begin production of Radio Golf by August Wilson I am compelled to look back over the American Century Cycle to the beginning. I met Caesar … 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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