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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.

Un/break/able

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I am everything I have been afraid to be I am every sight that the witness of my core has been afraid to see because I have embraced every aspect of weakness that has formed the internal strength within me. I am the scar that has been stabbed into a relentless silence and left to […]

A Letter To Love

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Letter to love

written as I think of you (for Dominic Basile-Vaughan)     Dear Love, You were delivered to me through the gentleness of his eyes.  You were the warm tenderness – the healing I needed four years ago as my tears flowed silently on the heels of a sudden lost.   You came to me through […]

Goodbye To Forever

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Goodbye to forever

Life always takes the time to remind us we don’t have forever.  That is why it is so important to love who we are inside because tomorrow won’t remember us if we don’t take the time to smile today.              It was a still moment on a simple day.  I was a bit grumpy on […]

Elm City

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Elm city

Dangerous minds expressed, curbs of dreams suppressed on streets of criminality where a child’s eyes reflect the fatality of poverty’s disguise.   But, within the shadowed streets of Elm City, there is hope, there is always hope when a community stands up and takes pride in the education of future generations   there is always […]

The Ways Of The World

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For some, the ways of the world keeps us grounded, rounded and content with our surroundings and for others, the ways of the world takes us places and introduces us to new faces of possibility – it guides us to reach new foundations where we make a difference   in the lives we touch, the […]

A Letter To Him

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  Dear Him, I once saw you standing on the corner once before/hidden in the mirrors of self-blame and masked by feelings of shame. You thought no one knew you; you thought no one heard the true language of your heart and you thought no one cared –at least that’s what you feared And now […]

Winds of Change

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She knew that change would come like the blowing winds of life, but only time could provide the answer to her fate. Whereas addiction took hold of her (unrecognizable to herself) She had to regain control and capture pride from faith’s shelf. She faced the winds of change. Around her, eyes stared. When she cried […]

As I Stand

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If they could just see me now/standing here taller than they ever thought I could stand/believing in myself despite all those frozen years they laughed at me like I wasn’t even there. This mirror now shines/no more fear because I have risen through the broken boards with sacrifice and hidden tears.   There is now […]

This Feeling So Alive

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This feeling so alive

I am standing here watching words drizzle on the granite sidewalks of time/ they are endless emotions cascading on smooth marbled plateaus of thought. The sensory of eyelids revel in the sensationalism of reality as the framework of vision become more than a conspiracy of vivid fascinations. I am smiling at the wind as the […]

Across A Splintered Floor

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The silence begins             yet again. There is a soft music surrendering to the reflection of my mind.  Perhaps Jazz or some tender R&B but in this memory I am sitting on a park bench with no one around me but traffic and little black squirrels gnawing on egg corns distracting me the stranger who […]