Tag Archives: Tarringo T. Vaughan

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 […]

Written April 27th, 2013 from the thoughts that arrived at 5:35 A.M   Eyes wide open inside the 37th dream of a lifetime,   I am breathing —   and as I lay within these minutes, the very minutes I breathed inside the bosom of my mother’s arms and started to recognize a world ready […]

Sometimes I feel I’ve tried too hard– to be everything other than me/I stare in mirrors waiting for echoes to reveal the eyes of a man who others aren’t afraid to see but the voice of my reflection speaks back at me with a dialect of a defined soul who has struggled through the crutch […]

Son, I have but a few words for you and it is only going to take a few minutes of your time – Boy as I look down upon you from the heavens of my new journey’s horizon, I can still feel the joyful pain from the day I released you into this world.  The […]

All around me are distractions and attractions. And the world can be a fucked up place to be.  But do I pay attention more because I’m a writer?  As I look out the window I see the moon shining like the glow of a halogen lamp as it stands alone surrounded by stars that sparkle […]

This is the wordplay of my heart dancing on a thunderstorm of emotion; raindrops drizzling a haze inside the sensory zone of an inspirational maze a duality in devotion. I am the photographer capturing the flaws of perfection as all that is brilliance becomes the magnification of the human laws within the hands of nature’s […]

There have been those who told me where I’ve been and where I have yet to go but I had to look down within the bosom of soul and let them know that I define my own destination as only my feet have had to walk the paths of self education searching and finding the […]

Through their eyes I see the instruments of hope and in their faces I hear decayed dreams whistling through the hollow silence of these forgotten streets where only those with strength can cope; they are the many lives who reach out to be heard in this place where very few stop to listen to their […]

I have always had a fear of drowning, therefore I float.  I flow with the currents that take me upstream and empties me in the mouth of life’s ocean; waves silently drift and the ripples sing the harmony of my being. But when the waters rise, I sink gasping for air. Lungs suffocate with fear, […]

There is no crying in poetry because poems don’t cry for sympathy/they cry to expose the human emotion of translation and they cry to ignite the fuel of connection . I have had many tears in this life; many tears I’ve found again in the fragrance of summer’s past but I will not share these […]