Tag Archives: narrative poetry

the morning

Posted on January 31, 2016 by Ayodele Nzinga, MFA, PhD

we grew out of the soil from ancient coastal cities with music in their names we have forgotten the names of the cities the meaning of the rhythms we traversed the unknown unwillingly eaten by a thing we would come … Continue reading →

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sirus blue cosmology

Posted on January 30, 2016 by Ayodele Nzinga, MFA, PhD

there was a time we watched the skies from a different point in the universe we saw even the ones that were invisible then cotton came we crossed the graveyard to serve cotton sugar indigo spitting out the eaters of … Continue reading →

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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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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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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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