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Old Men

Posted on September 27, 2015 by Ayodele Nzinga, MFA, PhD

blue black creased by living gin on their breath underneath the weight of the crush of being born invisible 5 dollar cigars and knowing in their mouths long eyes pained by memory grown in the shadows of years stacked atop … 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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Thirty Poems in Thirty Days National Poetry Month 2015 ucc

Posted on April 2, 2015 by Ayodele Nzinga, MFA, PhD

I accepted the 30/30 challenge offered by a group of fellow poets. This is the result. Thirty poems written in 30 days. Poem#30 (4/30/2015) North American African Poet i am a poet language and ideas are my meat & bread … Continue reading →

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Eight of Ten: Jitney, a Director’s Note

Posted on December 30, 2014 by Ayodele Nzinga, MFA, PhD

I am mid way through the production of Jitney. Only 3 shows left. It’s the second show of the cycle we have done at the Flight Deck in newly dubbed “Uptown”, (used to be plain old downtown), Oakland.  This is … Continue reading →

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August Wilson and Ferguson

Posted on December 30, 2014 by Ayodele Nzinga, MFA, PhD

The more I do this work the clearer I become that my art is my contribution to the battle for equity. Standing proudly on the ground of the dirt beneath the floor underneath the door of no return — I … Continue reading →

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lifted measure one

Posted on December 17, 2014 by Ayodele Nzinga, MFA, PhD

sometimes it gets hard to lift something must be shifted can’t go on this way even if youre gifted can’t drift in the game twisted i insist i get a grip i know the story flip the script stealing my … Continue reading →

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Rendition

Posted on December 10, 2014 by Ayodele Nzinga, MFA, PhD

i grew in the shadow of the tales of her the shining mistress with open arms who crowned the good on streets of gold with a chicken in every pot a job for every man & no child left behind … Continue reading →

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How to Ground One’s Self on a Moving Train

Posted on December 10, 2014 by Ayodele Nzinga, MFA, PhD

Meditation One: Stay in Your own Lane Stay in your own lane. Everyone and everything has a purpose. It is important to find one’s purpose. Not connecting to purpose is a recipe for lifelong frustration. It is like being an … Continue reading →

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spider woman and twin war Godz

Posted on November 5, 2014 by Ayodele Nzinga, MFA, PhD

    riding with spider woman and twin war Godz born into a state of war divined to be she who remembers shield carrier spear chucker hard to duck her up right in storm moving forward like water persistently efficient … Continue reading →

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