Tag Archives: Tarringo T. Vaughan

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 […]

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 […]

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 […]

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 […]

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 […]

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 […]

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 […]

I used to look out fingerprinted stained windows when I was younger; staring off into curious tomorrows full of questions and sometimes tears filled with sorrow.  I searched for answers but I was told only what I needed to hear; only what my  young  heart could bear and they were those lies, lies silly little […]

In 1969 a united voice stood tall; it was a voice that fought back against oppression and a voice that vibrated within the echoes still heard today against the refusal to be treated as second class-citizens; it was a moment in the history of this nation that sparked a new celebration; a new pride of […]

…and I didn’t belong there, but for that moment, I wasn’t supposed to be anywhere else. We didn’t have much in common except we were men, unattached and seeking companionship. He talked nonsense and I nodded my head as if I actually had interest. But we were there, sharing time because either one of us […]