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Le Mont Saint-Michel: Juxtaposition of the Crass and the Sublime

Copyright 2014 by Jack A. Urquhart October 22, 2014, Normandie, France: I can’t say for certain why I’ve longed to visit Le Mont Saint-Michel since I first saw its photo in a high school text-book decades ago. Probably it has … Continue reading

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New Post: Road to Le Mont Saint-Michel

Copyright 2014 by Jack A. Urquhart October 21, 2014: In the front seat of our rented Peugeot 308, my spouse Raymond and our French friend Véronique, joust and parry verbally (good naturedly, of course!) like an old married couple. Their … Continue reading

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Train to Chartres

Copyright 2014 by Jack a Urquhart This morning we–my partner and I and our lovely French friend Véronique–are on the train to Chartres. It’s a place I first read about fifty (ahem) something years ago: Life Magazine. Mr. Joyner’s 8th … Continue reading

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Twenty-four thousand one hundred thirty-seven days, by @jackaurquhart

©2014 by Jack A. Urquhart     786 words Lately, I have been thinking about the passage of time and how quickly our individual allotments pile up—and how meaningfully. Or not. There is nothing new in this, of course. We … Continue reading

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Haiku for My Son, by @jackaurquhart

For Dillon Tyler Urquhart March 8, 1979—August 2, 2013 ©2014 by Jack A. Urquhart  

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You Don’t Say, free verse by @jackaurquhart

©2014 by Jack Andrew Urquhart People say the damnedest things, people meaning, you, of course— say you can’t stand your mother, whose definition of trauma is a frizzled permanent wave. Say that your children’s lunacy makes of you a mental … Continue reading

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Surrendering to Cliché, free verse by @jackaurquhart

©2014 by Jack A. Urquhart One after another, they fall— chestnuts from the hospital bed, the utterances of old age: “ ‘Beats me, how time gets away,” she crepitates, this crisp of sun-dried human being, this wisp of ossified womanhood. … Continue reading

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