Author Archives: tarringovaughan

Youth whistles his name  — twelve years of life balancing between eroded curbs just on the edge of Hancock street. He wears grown man shows on his feet and abandonment on his mind as he studies parental strangers with a false toughness but in his eyes is the vision of a child brought up in […]

I want to reach out and answer him, he who hides from his own questioning. I want to teach him how to speak the words that fear has silenced and stand tall amongst the beating hearts of strength for in his tears are the rhythm of survival. I want to reach out and heal her, […]

I have found that this is love; I have found that this every touch we share is the formula for passion every time our lips caress – it is this soft tender unity of corruption that our  hearts express that has me able to confess – how lucky I am to have you by my […]

If I wrote the best poem in the world I would dry the tears on the silent neglected streets where lamposts blink the sounds of destruction, and in the eyes of poverty I would stare into each child’s vision and inpire in them the hope, strength and victory of success. I would wake up drug […]

Sometimes I hate when I’m supposed to love. I stare off into cluttered windows watching the eyes of my heart dilate into fragments of distance loudly shattering in the destination of this world unhealed. Those are the times I am numb when I’m supposed to feel holding on to pain I didn’t even know I […]

Young girl, twenty-two years of age sits on a sidewalk curb all  alone. She is internally torn, externally prone and far from home; she is emotionally beaten and from her small frame you can tell that she hasn’t eaten but inside of her brown spiral eyes you can see a different kind of hunger; a […]

He knew dreams of her weren’t just imaginations of his heart as he believed that somewhere, far or near the magic of her smile still existed upon the tranquility of the moonlit oceans reflection. Perhaps, within the magic of the stars, the glow of her eyes still sparkled ever so brightly beneath the same gentle […]

Society had me trippin’;had me wishing, thinking, and believing I was someone other than who I actually was. Often I lay down in the backyard when I was barely a teenager and felt that this was all just a phrase. I couldn’t be one of them. There was no way I could be what my […]

March, 2010 So many times I wanted to lay down this pen and let the words migrate back into silent barriers of a once broken expression; so many times I wanted to lock away this literary voice behind unbreakable chains with no way out but every time I tried I heard you whistling my name […]

Off The Chain There was a time during my growing up days where I searched to unlock the chains of my manhood. I was young/ eager/ ready and willing to take on that world out there; a world that held the voice of my bravery under lock and key for so long. There were those […]