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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. The … 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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Pheromones, free verse by @jackaurquhart

©2014 by Jack A. Urquhart “Is it ‘cause of them?” my daughter asked, setting aside her dolls, her Pretty Ponies with their rainbow manes. “Those fairymoans?” she stammered, wide eyes the color of sunset canyons. “Is that why— why you want to … Continue reading

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