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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.

Daughter pens open letter to billionaire dad to accept that she’s gay

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Gigi Chao, the lesbian daughter of the billionaire Hong Kong tycoon who made an offer of up to $500 million Hong Kong dollars to any man who could change his daughter, has penned an open letter to her father. According to CBS News on Jan. 28, Chao just wants her father to accept who she […]

I Write For Poetry

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To Be or Not To Be

Poetry is my sadness.  It is my need to bleed the ink of every emotion my heart drips.  It is my comfort when my sky gets dark and my world becomes filled with heartache and pain; it is the internal rain that floods the inside of my mind when life threatens to leave me behind […]

Remembering Savin Street

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Remembering Savin Street I can still see him playing ring around the Rosie with life. But back then when he fell he was afraid to get up because failure scraped his knees of confidence too many times and he was someone I use to know sitting on the porch alone as he stared out into […]

These Are Not My Tears

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I smiled inside. Their two hands connected perfectly creating a picture of commitment and beauty.  Two black women walking proudly down the street not afraid of showcasing their love and I smiled again.  I smiled because for that moment no one stopped to stare at them in disgust; no one even gave a second look […]

In Another Lifetime

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If I shall die tonight, I want to come back as the magic that is your mind and the fascination that is your heart. I want to see the world through the deep browns of your eyes and within those spirals of your love, I want to experience your vision of passion and feel the […]

Through The Eyes Of A Familiar Stranger

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There are times I sit and stare off into an endless ocean of shadows that drift within the winds of my own thoughts. Sometimes I am that man who sees everything with clarity when there is nothing but chaos surrounding me.  There are times I grasp and hold onto everything complex because I don’t recognize […]

Words Forward

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Words Forward   It was not so long ago that I found the words to express all that I’ve come to know in this world   and within this life that I have been given to live.   It was not so long ago that I broke the silence   and found a voice within […]

Inspired

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Inspired “An artist must be free to choose what he does, certainly, but he must also never be afraid to do what he might choose” ― Langston Hughes Today a poem surrendered to my thoughts. I found it early this morning while driving 72 miles per hour in the middle lane down 91 South – […]

Ponce

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Ponce

Ponce   The sunlight glistens as the warmth of early March melts the landscape of Southern Vermont’s winter freeze.   There is a steady breeze highlighting a late Saturday afternoon where soon twightlight will dim the bright foundation of Midtown Manchester;   a place where skiers and snowboarders will soon gather to greet familiar and […]

Dust On The Portrait Of A Memory

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When we experience growth we sometimes become unrecognizable to ourselves.             The music thumped as hesitant shadows scraped the dance floor with stiffened movements and wild attire.  Black lights spotlighted the lint of many minds loose and intoxicated.  I stood with a drink half filled with ice leaning against a crowded bar where frustrated patrons […]