Tag Archives: narrative poetry

The Storm

Posted on August 20, 2014 by Ayodele Nzinga, MFA, PhD

In the storm no eyes blind head back mouth open to the rain wash the sorrow & rage into my soul no one hears my cries nobody is coming for to rescue me no eyes in this storm brewing for … Continue reading →

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razor

Posted on July 22, 2014 by Ayodele Nzinga, MFA, PhD

razor blue steel glow like the moon in the dark of night i call it cotton cuz it comes out when the rubber leave the road then cotton runs the show the moment they act like they dont see me … Continue reading →

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Cotton

Posted on July 4, 2014 by Ayodele Nzinga, MFA, PhD

I inherited a legacy cotton is my inheritance cotton chain gangs& songs about chariots chariots chain gangs & cotton joe turner came and never left he over yo shoulder cotton on his breath my memory of cotton is older than … Continue reading →

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Baggage

Posted on July 4, 2014 by Ayodele Nzinga, MFA, PhD

there are things i know things that came with me things older than me older than my mother and her mother things from the wind things from the ocean things sung by the dirt i remember the roll on the … Continue reading →

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idenity

Posted on May 12, 2014 by Ayodele Nzinga, MFA, PhD

tempered, forged, amalgamated solid containing an internal logic no predicable ambient point not likely to melt in benign circumstance likely to reassemble in its original pattern coalesced from remnants stubborn essential parts determining a whole complete with its own center … Continue reading →

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Family

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

before the war on families we were different together warm handsdeep voicesroses in the springmelon in the summerschool clothescar vacationsaunts unclesgrandpas’ & granniespresents on Christmas morningEaster dinnerchurch on new years eve we were holding vigilkeeping the watch granny said we … Continue reading →

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Ralph Ellison’s Song

Posted on May 6, 2014 by Ayodele Nzinga, MFA, PhD

slain by ink again & again made invisible unseen conjured on the 11 o’clock news new mau mau’s jeans low wild threats to civility written on like a wall like an epitaph suffering on the margin blues after notes air … Continue reading →

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Nambie

Posted on May 4, 2014 by Ayodele Nzinga, MFA, PhD

you know nothing of my life neither the contours or its jagged torn edges not its superfluity nor me in my sublimity the salient sweet funk radiating out of my unborn thought dressed in melanin the saving grace of the diagnosed … Continue reading →

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The Last Laureate of Newark

Posted on February 22, 2014 by Ayodele Nzinga, MFA, PhD

The Last Laureate of Newark: Oakland Local Article- Remembering Amiri Baraka.  The Last Laureate of Newark (A Love Supreme) There is no laureate poet in Newark as he ascended to jam with the out and gone went to where the lore … Continue reading →

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God as a Wild Woman with Stars in Her Hair

Posted on December 27, 2013 by Ayodele Nzinga, MFA, PhD

god as a wild woman with stars in her hair they told me god was a wild woman with stars in her hair i have seen such women sun glowing in their eyes wind pouring from calloused finger tips still soft … Continue reading →

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