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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 ( 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.

Diversity – from ‘The Public Journal of Literary Thought’

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Life is a diversity of tears. We are all the same because we cry different and we are different because we have our own ways of believing.  I walk the streets at night on the feet of a tired mind watching and seeking that one vision of change.  I see lampposts blink in a magnitude […]

Some Days

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In the beginning minutes of a day beautifully golden – air astute to the magical music of nature’s sound, I lay awake. I stare back at the shadows of naked trees– stagnant, but full of life as they stand in the glow of summer’s light becoming a part of the morning’s rise. There is a […]


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Look at me,   standing here at the place we first met looking out at the rolling waves as the ocean breeze blows against my face. Thinking of you paints the masterpiece of our love as I gazed into your eyes at this very special place.     Look at me,   sitting here in […]

A Wrong Turn In Northampton

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They all seemed so strange. Northampton, Massachusetts wasn’t a place I’ve ever heard of before until I went to college in a nearby small town of Amherst. It was close to where I lived but yet so far away as far as atmosphere goes. My first travels to this town had me looking around at […]

Suburban Sunset

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This, the beautiful temperature of sunset, is something to be admired. There is easiness here; a steadiness that has captured me as I sit, in the backyard of open translation, studying the movements of serenity as the sky has emptied of all of its obscenities as quietness fuels the stillness of time. Here, in the […]

Clarity – from ‘The Public Journal of Literary Thought’

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I search for truth in strange places. An open window halfway shut keeps me optimistic that everything around me will make sense…eventually.  The air escapes inside and the sweat on my fingertips shiver with heated anticipation.  And I write to find truth; to find the answers of hidden questions within my own mind.  I write […]

Somewhere In Life

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With footprints vibrating in the ocean waves of existence, they breathe becoming a photography of vision/hard to believe. Deep in the Atlantic blue, off the coast of Southern Maine a family of dolphins rides the waves in search of their survival. As observers, we watch their playfulness become a display orchestrated by the sea breeze […]

The Joys Of A Poet

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the joys of a poet

My birth was a publication as my life has become the awaking of new journeys risen from the history of literary pathways enriched by minds fluent in the poetic language of discovery. I sit here and smile upon the horizon of new beginnings and the voyeurism of past sacrifices as a mercenary defeating the internal […]

In Loving Memory

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For Stella L. Vaughan, my grandmother Early August sunrise like the beauty I remember staring through the soul of her eyes – as another anniversary of her birth arise I realize I can still feel the heartbeat of her tender love/such a golden prize. Her smile, born in 1936 Georgia, grew into a woman filled […]


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If we could not feel what we see then we would not hear what is heard.   We are the sensitive animal that roams in the open fields of negativity and vulgarity.  We are open targets aimed at for any difference our images communicate and we are often attacked right in the flesh of our […]