Tag Archives: #poetry

a final dream of flight

Posted on June 30, 2015 by Ayodele Nzinga, MFA, PhD

i have a pen i have written my own story i read yours it was narrow sad predictable on so many levels it did not predict my flight i wrote it over the text offered i spoke it softly looking … Continue reading →

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dreams of flight/ 1

Posted on June 30, 2015 by Ayodele Nzinga, MFA, PhD

if you bought land in the country i would go i would learn to make jam i would become a country woman & maybe the days would find the beat of my life growing out of the ground smelling like … Continue reading →

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on freedom & suffering

Posted on June 30, 2015 by Ayodele Nzinga, MFA, PhD

to own nothing is to be free or so its said suffering is caused by want they say small footprints with no sign of your passing they say i say sing loudly want things own your want your sorrow your … Continue reading →

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one path to transformation

Posted on June 18, 2015 by Ayodele Nzinga, MFA, PhD

it was a thought a hunger a whisper a nudge, an invitation wanna dance? i said yes. i was good at no. it left me in the no where. so i said yes. yes opened a door- wanna dance? yes. … Continue reading →

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here & now 2

Posted on June 18, 2015 by Ayodele Nzinga, MFA, PhD

sometimes in a face I see a story a play hiding in the way a man walks a song humming on a street corner sometimes the art is waiting in the ordinary waiting to be amplified what is more stunning … Continue reading →

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here & now

Posted on June 18, 2015 by Ayodele Nzinga, MFA, PhD

because now is all there is because one can stand on yesterday but can not live there because the future is not here now is where the stage lives where the characters parade in their glory in their shame in … Continue reading →

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come dancing

Posted on May 14, 2015 by Ayodele Nzinga, MFA, PhD

come dancing with me lets dress up lets step  out late lets shimmy grind shake stay out all night tell them to pour us a double shot of life bottoms up like we are alive cuz life is short & the … Continue reading →

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augury

Posted on May 14, 2015 by Ayodele Nzinga, MFA, PhD

there was always the thin line of silver shot through the vibrant orange orbs resting on the bed of crimson it should have spoke to you this is not one like the others this one has ideas about itself butterflies … Continue reading →

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Brother Gone

Posted on May 7, 2015 by Ayodele Nzinga, MFA, PhD

peace, just a line to say you are on my mind so far away from home all you love surrounded on four sides by danger clear present enduring stealing you from us forcing you to hide your fire under water … 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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