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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.

Hidden

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There is deepness in my eyes/a deepness sculptured/from the journey of my grandmother’s strength and the passion inflamed through the energy of many ancestors who have risen through the tunnels of defeat molded from the sweat and scars of pride as they continue to march in every pour of my textured definition/a familiar recognition/that strengthens […]

One Moment

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The trees are bare today as they reach out into an open temperature of stillness with branches that are waving to my eyes in a perfect salute; time is staring at me through a fragmented window just clear enough to see the energy of my mind. Thoughts clutter in a silent rewind as I sit […]

Scattered Leaves

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  Steady moments blanketed on a canvas of time, fallen are the memories now scattered across sidewalks where the footprints of childhood once rhymed.   We used to play back then, when solid trees Stood tall, but now only their leaves now lay.  The beauty of innocence, now forgotten, once was the portrait of a […]

Upon The Thoughts Of My Demise

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It is upon the thought of my demise that I wonder if the memory of me shall wake into tomorrow’s sunrise or will I fade into the distant echoes of what once was — barely to be recognized. All I hope is the flowers laid down upon my life will stay fresh and beautiful in […]

Levels of Loneliness

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Lanky, skinny, black boy, age of sixteen years; shirt from k-mart, pants from sears. He sits alone at a cafeteria table with no one to occupy his time. They giggle, they whisper, they point at the toe exposed from the hole in his sneaker, they barely know his name. He’s so quiet, shy, can’t look […]

Born & Raised

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Born & Raised

  So young were the days we dreamed.   Innocent filtered streets were so inspired – as the growth of our minds never tired.   We grew up here, born & raised; in the energy of a city where so many memories were saved.  Laughter envied skies always seemed to overshadow days filed with clouds […]

Someone To Love Me

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For so long I’ve searched for someone to see me—someone to look deep beyond these eyes and capture the true meaning of me; someone who can trace the true beauty of my heart and recognize the freedom in which I feel. I want someone who doesn’t need me to change to fulfill their own vision […]

Coronado Beach

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  California dreamin’, slight breeze streamin’ through the ocean waves of the Pacific.           And I am feeling terrific as I study the light almond flavored sand and the smooth San Diego air caresses the back of my hand.  I am just close enough to feel the slight spray of the ocean’s blue dripping off the […]

Sometimes I Cry

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Crying Black Man

My sadness beats steadily against the noise of silent eyes who look through my heart.   I stand still in the middle of a circle of invisibility staring at empty walls full of shadows;     shadows hidden behind a perspiration of smiles pretending to be my friends but all the while they laugh at […]

This Little Provincetown

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I’ve never before been to a place ready to embrace me for all that I am. And as we passed Truro that New Years Eve I looked out a fogged up passenger side window into a dark cloud and thought to myself finally. Finally a place where I could hold the hand of my lover in […]