Tag Archives: Tarringo T. Vaughan

  I woke up one time in the 1920’s.  A slight drool tickled my chin as it dripped down on the current edition of “The Crisis”.  I was a long way from home and along way from my time as I sat at a small table off to the side   in a little Blues […]

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 […]

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 we danced; we danced to the music of soft whispers as the magic of the night became our playground – an exploration of a new found […]

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 the past wondering if I said the wrong thing or maybe it was something I didn’t say. The beginning years of my thirties […]

    have traveled places, but never a place quite like this. big lights, big dreams shoving their way through the crowded sidewalks where Asian faces greet Irish eyes and Latino feet walk past African-American stares.   Painted sidewalks where Italian hands weave through Arab eyes and where gay expression catch the attention of straight […]

“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 one is near but your cries are heard young child. Emotion black & blue from the punches of their laughs/the commotion inside your mind baring scars from […]

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 the innocent — children filled with dreams learning the art of growth while realizing that everything around us wasn’t what it seemed but still […]

Nothing always means something when the mind spray paints a dream. I write to put my tag on inspired hearts but furthermore I write to create the images my thoughts formulate.  I found myself staring at the side of an abandoned building one motionless Monday afternoon.  It was polluted with many different flavors of expression […]