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The Places We Call Home
Everlasting memories – those familiar places
we have known
embrace our soul during times when we
feel we are ... ∞ 
A Perfect Day
Summer writes the perfect poem as this day roams—gracefully.
Peacefully the descriptive imagery of euphoric clouds
gaze like lovers in ... ∞ 
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 [...]
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The Places We Call Home Everlasting memories – those familiar places we have known embrace our soul during times when we feel we are alone even when days are gray and the world turns cold we find our comfort in the places we call home. There are tears out there –journeys of sadness roaming...
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A Perfect Day Summer writes the perfect poem as this day roams—gracefully. Peacefully the descriptive imagery of euphoric clouds gaze like lovers in an open field of blue as the ski brightens to the metaphoric sun rays of a beautiful golden haze that, in its gentle embrace, opens up the aroma of mature roses,...
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As The Wind Blows Eighty-five degrees of calm drifts silently – it breathes like a soft whisper as it massages the gentle texture of my mind – thoughts left behind I inhale the redolence of oak scented air weaving between branches of trees that stand high above with an orgy of leaves that levitate...
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After the Rain 6:58 A.M the sky cried through the misery of darkened skies the rain came down harassing sleepy eyes and solemnly splashing against drowning curbs; it bullied blind windshields and bloated thirsty fields it welted drowsy highways and feed angry puddles flooding hurried streets – like a tempered soul the rain emptied...
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Butterfly Wings flutter in front of my eyes causing my mind to stutter for just one moment as I gaze into the stillness of time watching this beautiful artistic creation of metamorphosis fly freely. A pretty black with traces of gold – wings the eyes of opportunity as they drift though the skies of...
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Names As I stand at ground zero, I look down and run my fingers across the structure of each engraved name. I remember where I was at that moment when the calm of life collapsed. I read each of their names in my mind and I see more than just names – these names...
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In Loving Memory 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,...
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P-Town There is a beautiful silence embracing this morning as the sunrise of Provincetown awakens. I yawn as outside vacationers are soaking in the texture of a late summer’s dawn while they begin to populate narrow side streets fanning off a stingy humidity that refuses to break; an unseasonable sweat that is grasping...
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Footprints In The Sand A low tide sunbathes in the nudity of an early August sunset as the naked air of summer sweats in a late afternoon heat as I balance my feet across the West End Breakwater; a bridge of puzzled rock leading to Race Point Beach, where…there is a haze of silence...
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Of Authors & Heroes In memory of Gore Vidal (10/3/12-7/31/12) When a published mind dies the genius of his heart lives on. The written words – prowess paragraph after paragraph of thought and triumph details the courageousness of a literary soldier who stands on his own front lines in a civil war with societal...
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