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Tarringo T. Vaughan

Mind Of a Creative Writer

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    We were Boston - on a damp day in May we made our way from Fenway Park through the crowded excitement of Yawkey Way,   we traveled through...

Somewhere a poet is crying because he can I’ve traveled to many places in this world without leaving the destination of my front window.  There are days...

    I remember the fun, the music and dreams we shared together- the growth, the tears and fears we felt together, the lessons, the laughs and the...

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...

Our hearts ticked in a rhythmic passion as time slowly drifted into the deep hours of our eye’s embrace and as we admired every trace of each other’s face...

It was just me, warm beer, the phone and a clock as I sat there in the dark spotlights of loneliness. A Friday night and I was sitting alone staring off into...

    have traveled places, but never a place quite like this. big lights, big dreams shoving their way through the crowded sidewalks where Asian faces...

“If you can make it through the night, there’s a brighter day.” – Tupac Shakur I see your tears crawling silently on the stairs of fear, alone no...

There we played, on the streets of youth where we were free of fear, free of tears and during times when life taught us the freedom to care.   We were...

Awakened I am a pause stranded between the history of tomorrow and the future of yesterday. Time stands still. I walk with feet that travel nowhere. Sidewalks...


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