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View my memoir in high resolution at FineArtAmerica. Be sure to read the narratives. My art is part of my memoir ZOOM, published January 2012. I become Incog. 'Nito as I tell my story as Trenton Woods. Click tab above to preview my first release go to LIT. LIKE FIRE.COM  . In conjunction you can purchase a digitally signed art piece. Captures from my journey. Bring it to life with the stylish lines and added depth of an acrylic print.Your image gets printed directly onto the back of a 1/4" thick sheet of clear acrylic. All you do is select, size, and click! Check out my favorite! FineArtAmerica or

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I would like to say thank you for viewing my pages and supporting me in your way. I believe that out of my adversity we can all learn a little about someone else or maybe ourselves. I say our-selves because, as I write, I'm still learning, too. like millions of young people, I was once innocent, naive, young, sporadic, empty, and ignorant. My self destruction came because of the elements that surrounded me. I too was someone's child, a Trenton Woods. The content of Zoom, may not be the prettiest but, it can be a learning experience for the mature minded young adult or person who can handle explicit and candid content in a matter of fact way.

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Synopsis of ZOOM! by Incog. 'Nito

Synopsis of ZOOM by Incog. 'Nito

ZOOM is based on the exceptional, self-made black man, Trenton Woods. Since an infant, he struggled for decades to find his place in a world of startling hardships predestined his birth. With a strict upbringing, where discipline paralleled love, protection, and abuse, he feared telling of the sexual abuse he endured from the tender age of four. Silenced by fear and shame, he eventually erupted and began to self destruct without warning or reason. His personal development had been crippled.

In hopes to overcome the inflicted afflictions encrypted in his head for at least a decade beyond his natural sexual maturity, he became incognito, concealing his repulsing childhood in a show of achievements and confidence. What you saw was all you got. He fought relentlessly to break the “phase” he felt he’d become imprisoned in for so long. But, the thoughts continued to fester to no avail. Undeservingly scarred, he attempted to play out his feelings, only to be duped over and over. He was naive and then inevitably trapped into a cycle of taboos, but once again appeared a glimmer of hope. “In the Blink of an Eye” he would see his life change before his eyes once again, forever. 
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About the Author - Incog. 'Nito

About the Author

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'Nito (incognito)

Incog. ‘Nito – I am distinguished as the Author who shrouds his face.

I have lived my life to this day in the same manner, concealing my discontent with a smile and the cover of my natural masculinity. A writer by fate, I was born in the Deep South and raised around broken souls and extraordinary minds. Never picking up a novel since fifth grade and a high-school drop out, I write from my own perspective. In life, I’ve experienced extraordinary events of the unusual kinds, some induced, others inflicted upon myself. So, I share the journeys into my oddity with a purpose and hold you there.

Never being a reader, I refuse to pick up a novel until my complete story is told. I stumbled upon writing and do not wish to become contaminated with other styles and voices. I write from a masculine point of view, but with a compassionate heart. My content is explicit and it creates a pulse. It’s not for the biased or the faint of heart. You can loose your breath. It’s not my intent to corrupt the mind with erotic content, but to re-convey the depths of my moments- in its raw luster.

I don’t write to smear or defame, so I fictionalize specific elements to protect those whom I love and have loved. I write with the purpose of being understood someday and to help others who internalize and feel as if no one understands what they are going through. ZOOM is not just a story, but time passages of my survival that parallels so many others who also live their lives hiding in plain sight. So, with the power of expression gifted to me, before you I unmask and give it to you raw and uncut – scripted incognito.

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‘Nito

Last Picture of Innocence - Introduction to:

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Prologue: The Last Picture of Innocence

                I was about three years old. My grandma took me by the hand and sat me down next to her in our backyard. Ours was a dismal excuse for a yard in the projects, with scattered patches of uncared for grass and unsightly weeds. I wasn't sure why we had to sit there in the sandy mess.  Still, we quickly sat there in the searing heat of that summer afternoon, with our backs turned toward the highway, with the sun shining straight down into our faces, just beyond the uneven stretch of sidewalk,where cars passed along the narrow road behind us.

I sat, oblivious to what was going on. I was carefree then, sitting with my tiny hand resting on Grandma's thigh as she boldly knelt in the dusty, white sand. We were dressed in summer clothes. I sported a tanktop and shorts, while Grandma was wearing a multicolored, sleeveless blouse, striped across from top to bottom, and a skirt. Grandma, being a churchgoing woman, never wore pants and any skirt she wore rarely ever stopped above her knees. This was one of those days for exceptions. She was in her early fifties and still a very attractive black woman and her beautiful, slightly bowed legs were to die for. Her honey-brown skin was flawless. Back then, she had very little gray to show for the hard times she’d come through, working in the cotton fields. I looked up at her as we sat there, snuggled tightly side by side.

"Look thataway," she told me.

            I  followed her gaze to the back porch. There stood my uncle Cliff, a handsome, mulatto man with rich, amber-colored skin and silky locks of curly, jet-black hair. He was holding onto a tiny black box and expectantly looking our way.

           

"Trent, do like this," he said, looking straight at me and smiling.

            I was confused at first as to why we were supposed to look at him and smile. I couldn't yet grasp the purpose of the box he held. Despite that, I smiled. I smiled a wide, sweetly childish smile, one of blissful oblivion and promise. At that moment, the strange blue cube on the corner of the box burst before my eyes into an unexpected flash! That was my first introduction to a camera and that one smile was captured on film. It was a smile so real, so untarnished, and so innocent that, when I look at it today, it so easily reduces me to tears. I am lucky to have this photograph, my last picture of innocence. It is my only reminder of a time full of love and without an ounce of confusion or shame. My entire life was ahead of me. Left untarnished, I could have become anyone still. In that smile, I see a clean slate of a little boy whose life was, as yet, unaltered by certain unspeakable events that would soon take place.

When I finally settled, I realized how the altering of my life forced me to spin off much too fast, surpassing all stages of blamelessness, causing me to often crash and nearly burn. Feeling like the oddity of life, I prayed often, and wondered if my prayers would be heard in time. Inside, it felt that not even praying was going to rescue me from my internalized shames. I felt my life was center stage and I was nothing less than its spectacle. As a child, I grew up feeling left out. All the way into my adulthood, I hoped that my prayers would bring relief to my downtrodden life and heart, because they both were always on the verge of crumbling. Concealing inner sufferings, as I began to grow, so did the seeds of those misfortunes, just from the mere thoughts of them.

So often I dwell on this, wishing that the little boy in the picture had stuck around. If he would have survived, if that sweet smile shined on just a little bit longer, then maybe ‘’I” wouldn't have had to grapple in the facade of loneliness that engulfed me in this unforgiving world. He didn't, though. He suddenly died within the coming of the turmoil that happened almost as quickly as the tiny bursts of radiant blindness that disintegrated from his eyes, from the flash of my uncle's camera. Like so, my days would forever become distorted before me and I pray, one day, it is all for a purpose as beautiful as the smile I left behind.

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My story should be called Against all Odds but, that's way too cliche'. 

When I began writing ZOOM. I opened up by expressing from my inner child, violated nearly at infancy and forced to live on. ZOOM  "is" my bio as Trenton Woods. Key things are fictionalized in order to protect the ones I love and have loved. I also do it for my safety. I hide my face because the value of my story far outweighs  my face. The face would be easier forgotten. 

The first release of ZOOM, In the Blink of an Eye, takes you on a developmental journey from a wondering eyed child around four, on into his life an exceptional young man in his late twenties, quickly approaching his prime. Still seeking his identity, crippled in the ability to express himself he finds light, yet again stumbles through the thickening of darkness. 

Although the content can be explicit, it is a "Must Read" for young adults and parents. Your child should be able to come to you about ANYTHING, not wait until he or she writes a book about it. For parents, this novel can be somewhat of a CHILLER. As an attempt to capture the essence of my moments - I don't leave out the HEAT. 

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