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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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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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juba for the teaspoon

Posted on January 7, 2016 by Ayodele Nzinga, MFA, PhD

there are things you know inside without being told the soul remembers it knows what we push down forget but you know the things that are not a question fever things burning inside they are the scent of flowers you … Continue reading →

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Horse Eaters

Posted on January 6, 2016 by Ayodele Nzinga, MFA, PhD

born singing outside the graveyard only a whisper a way from share cropping two generations up from cotton no way home no way forward of the wandering tribe of the newly freed owed nothing owning nothing determined to survive they … Continue reading →

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Child of the Horse Eaters

Posted on December 29, 2015 by Ayodele Nzinga, MFA, PhD

  I am a horse eater I am dungeon seed my pantheon divided 6/10’s  on the other side of the water 4 generations walk after crossing the graveyard in the ocean exiting doors of no return I have not returned … Continue reading →

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12. 26. 15

Posted on December 28, 2015 by Ayodele Nzinga, MFA, PhD

red cloth tales & miracles abound I am on the bottom of the ocean walking the bones with Wilson we follow the 1024 a solemn pantheon grandparents great grand parents we walk where they walked how they walked great greats … Continue reading →

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afterthought

Posted on November 13, 2015 by Ayodele Nzinga, MFA, PhD

first you hear that boom in the distance your eyes find the sky marvel at the rain of iridescence you quiver inside realize godz alive but you won’t live forever you start to weigh the sins the lies the places … Continue reading →

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return

Posted on November 10, 2015 by Ayodele Nzinga, MFA, PhD

i have come home following invisible music without land after losing my name my religion hanging on to culture like a tattered blanket mended many times to hold the stars i passed under walking on the bottom of the ocean … Continue reading →

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