Tag Archives: ayodele wordslanger nzinga

King Tides and NewTown: Harbingers of the Time

Posted on December 14, 2012 by Ayodele Nzinga, MFA, PhD

Today there were King Tides in the Bay Area. I wonder about tides pulled by the moon and what makes anomalies. I wonder. I stay in conversation with the universe. There are explanations for most anomalies. As humans we often … Continue reading →

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So THIS is transformation–

Posted on November 4, 2012 by Ayodele Nzinga, MFA, PhD

I know my role. I am an interlocutor .

I am a craftsperson, an artisan. I create. My tools are word and story. I am an interrogator I listen. I speak. I question. I hold our place in conversation. It is my gift, my task, my purpose in this awareness. Continue reading →

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True North: Me and Wilson

Posted on September 29, 2012 by Ayodele Nzinga, MFA, PhD

When you are on a quest there are some things in your control and others that are left to fate. There are things you can bring to the journey but the more important things are those you take away. One … Continue reading →

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techno mecca

Posted on July 25, 2012 by Ayodele Nzinga, MFA, PhD

walkin in a new garden technically colored flowers grown in medicated minds stress elevated to art bleeds on concrete freedom sought in recreation of is tagged on trains transient society sold fathers house took a trip to paris to see … Continue reading →

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song

Posted on July 23, 2012 by Ayodele Nzinga, MFA, PhD

wishing I to remember me I sing songs my great grandmother sang so I can remember my grandmother loving me as much as I loved mother I sing to remember the song how it goes and where it has been … Continue reading →

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Un-naturalized

Posted on July 20, 2012 by Ayodele Nzinga, MFA, PhD

are we the ones we

so need someone

when I was little

I waited for some one

to come then I decided

to be someone

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X

Posted on May 19, 2012 by Ayodele Nzinga, MFA, PhD

  living in legend feared revered removed your corpse a sign of contested resistance pouring  oil on paths to cold realities spiritual uprisings and songs of salt water you are forever living dead in myths of truth subverted held in … Continue reading →

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A room full of broken birds

Posted on February 8, 2012 by Ayodele Nzinga, MFA, PhD

the new born still talk to the dead the dead go as the new are born entering and exiting a room full of broken birds called life we are born dying the young man said it life brimming in his … Continue reading →

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Blessing are Due: A Thanksgiving Reflection

Posted on November 24, 2011 by Ayodele Nzinga, MFA, PhD

I have learned to appreciate the ease of that time with my mother. She taught me to cook

without ever writing down a recipe. I still measure my prowess in the kitchen by my mother’s.

We talked about things we never talked about at any other time. Continue reading →

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A Song of August Wilson or The Lion’s Roar, Parts 1, 2 and 3.

Posted on October 15, 2011 by Ayodele Nzinga, MFA, PhD

There is no return from this baptism by Wilson. Nothing will ever be the same again. I have been caught by the piper. I follow the roar of the lion.
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