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Tarringo T. Vaughan always believed he had a love affair with literature. One of the first pictures he saw of himself was of him at maybe the age of three or four year’s old sitting with a book in his hand. But for Tarringo, growing up in the depths of the inner city both in Boston, MA and Springfield, MA made him believe that expression through the literary voice was un-cool and unattainable. As a very quiet and shy child he learned it became very valuable in his self expression. Born in 1976, Tarringo was the first child, grandchild and nephew in a family that had grown accustomed to struggle. His mother was a teenager who quickly lost the support of my father who today he knows very little of. These aspects of his life triggered the inspiration of his pen. Later in life his struggle with self confidence and homosexuality catapulted his desire to write. He felt a need to educate and help others in his situation through words. It became Tarringo’s ambition to be somebody and in 1995 he entered his freshmen year at the University of Massachusetts at Amherst where he was still a very quiet individual and still refused to make a career involving literature. But his English courses continued to intrigue him the most and through those courses he became familiar and connected with African American writers such as James Baldwin and Langston Hughes who taught him that it was cool to be whom he was. James Baldwin was also gay and proudly exhibited his sense of self and Langston Hughes was a genius in poetry whose suave lyrical delivery drew Tarringo into his expression. And as his education furthered he found himself opening up more and taking on the role of a leader socially. Tarringo T. Vaughan graduated in 2000 from the University Of Massachusetts - Amherst with a Bachelors degree in English and Communications as a 2nd major. Tarringo currently works in the healthcare field but is working on his 2nd poetry book for publication titled “A Crack In The Sidewalk” following his first book of poetry titiled "Beyond Rainbows & Yellow Brick Roads" and is the founder of the Flexwriters Creative Network (http://www.flexwriterscreativenetwork.net) which currently features an online magazine, a social site and many literary outlets for poets, writers, publishers and readers. Future plans include a publishing company as well as actual an actual café for writers and spoken word nights. His writing consists of many styles as he does like neglecting rules and going beyond the norm.

Home page: http://www.tarringovaughan.net

A Place I Used To Call Home

Posted on April 29, 2014 by tarringovaughan in Poetry: Tears Of A Poet | 2 comments

This poem is a memory This poem is about/a place I use to call my home; a place where this new silence I see was once the laughter of hope and pride. A place where my young feet use to run in the freedom winds of innocence but now as I look down this narrow […]

Rhythm & Blues (The 38th Song)

Posted on April 27, 2014 by tarringovaughan in New Poems, Poetry: Tears Of A Poet | 3 comments

April 27, 2014 8:25 A.M. The sun is only slightly shinning, but on this day my age has the brightest smile. I’ve watched life grow and it has come a long way since my early days. Back then, just a child, I use to celebrate laughter as an innocent melody of freedom, […]

One April Morning (The 36th Song)

Posted on April 27, 2014 by tarringovaughan in Poetry: Tears Of A Poet | 2 comments

One April Morning (The 36th Song) Written April 27th, 2012 10:31 A.M. A howling wind regurgitates through the reflection of soft sunlight that is peeking through the eyelids of my bedroom window. A gentle air whispers into my awakening as I rise to a new song. One April morning I experienced the magic of birth […]

Belonging (The 35th Song)

Posted on April 27, 2014 by tarringovaughan in Poetry: Tears Of A Poet | 0 comments

I’ve been sitting here singing now for thirty-five years/ listening to the music of my heart whistle through laughter, pain, happiness and tears. So as I toast the beginning of another song I stare through the journey of these eyes and reflect upon the times I struggled in this life just to belong. The […]

To Live Again (The 34th Song)

Posted on April 27, 2014 by tarringovaughan in Poetry: Tears Of A Poet | 0 comments

To Live Again To progress one has to remember to live. One night I sat alone listening to my past pain unhealed whining against the coldness of yesterday’s window. It was a stuttering sound that startled the waves of silence that giggled amongst the hours of truth; a truth that whistled for time […]

1976 (The 33rd Song)

Posted on April 26, 2014 by tarringovaughan in Poetry: Tears Of A Poet | 0 comments

Written April 27th 2009 Thirty-three years ago I had no name, no dreams no emotion — they say I was just a ten pound bundle of joy pushing my way out of a sixteen year old womb. It is safe to say I don’t remember but the sting from being smacked on my naked little […]

(Rebirth) The 32nd Song

Posted on April 26, 2014 by tarringovaughan in Poetry: Tears Of A Poet | 0 comments

Written April 27th 2008 To be born again is to release yesterday’s fears and rise from the recycled shell we call existence; it is the freedom to capture our own reemergence as we explore and face the unknown by redefining it into another year of knowledge; to be born again is our ability to rewind […]

West 42nd Street

Posted on April 13, 2014 by tarringovaughan in Another Crack In the Sidewalk | 0 comments

Her heart was a tourist searching exploring a new destination for that something once familiar. She was lost in a silent crowd with the identity of heartbreak splattered on a billboard of loneliness right there in the center of Time Square. The flaunt of her walk was a hidden advertisement for anonymity because she was […]

Sidewalks

Posted on April 10, 2014 by tarringovaughan in Another Crack In the Sidewalk | 0 comments

Sidewalks: the clutter of movements simplified on pavements of time where strangers become familiar stories and friendly smiles become hidden identities behind masks of emotion. In their eyes are the elemental fragments of history as each leaves a footprint of external existence. On curbs there is a persistence of connection in the way they communicate […]

Unknown

Posted on April 10, 2014 by tarringovaughan in Poetry: Tears Of A Poet | 0 comments

There are times I stare out into the openness of a quiet world watching my reflection cry. Sometimes I don’t feel my feelings are heard; sometimes I watch my own tears dry. If you really knew me, you would know my heart is the microphone of my emotional suffocation. I’ve once spoken with an empty […]