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About jaurquhart

Jack Andrew Urquhart was born in the American South. Following undergraduate work at the University of Florida, Gainesville, he taught in Florida's public schools. He earned a Master of Arts degree in English, Creative Writing, from the University of Colorado at Boulder, where he was the winner of the Harcourt Brace Jovanovich Award for Fiction (1991). His work has appeared online at Clapboard House Literary Journal, Crazyhorse Literary Journal, and Standards: The International Journal of Multicultural Studies. He is the author of So They Say, a collection of self-contained, inter-connected stories and the short story, They Say You Can Stop Yourself Breathing. Formerly a writing instructor at the University of Colorado’s Writing Program, Mr. Urquhart was, until 2010, a senior analyst for the Judicial Branch of California. He resides in Washington State.

Dillon, In No Particular Order, a prose poem by @EvryManJac

          ©2018 by Jack A. Urquhart Here you come ‘round again it’s five years now since you took your leave and still these parceled posts arrive in the present tense mementos of you come home again … Continue reading

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Red Dwarf Trope, prose poem by @EvryManJac

©2018 by Jack A. Urquhart I don’t know much about red dwarfs, no expert of celestial bodies here; not an astronomer, not even an astrologer casting about for friendly signs and symbols, a star-lit chart to some heavenly happiness. I … Continue reading

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Hobo’s Dream, prose poem by @EvryManJac

            Hobo’s Dream © 2018 by Jack A. Urquhart In a hometown dream, I tramp familiar streets, gnarly stick thrown o’er my shoulder wags a hobo’s satchel banner, its colors bandana red, white, paisley. Worn … Continue reading

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Two Poems, @EvryManJac: There is a Bell; Little Wonder

            There is a Bell ©2018 by Jack A. Urquhart (for Dillon) There is a bell pendulous and rusting heavy in the tower of my still-beating heart Amidst the calmest hour I can hear its … Continue reading

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I Haven’t Forgotten, prose poem by @evrymanJac

                    Copyright 2017 by Jack A. Urquhart In case you’re wondering, I haven’t forgotten, ‘though it is many years. I haven’t forgotten the way you came howling into the world, red … Continue reading

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Penitence, a prose poem by @EvryManJac

©2017 by Jack A. Urquhart               Just so you know: I have my regrets. Doesn’t everybody? And yes, I am sorry— sorry for the grief I’ve caused. That, in a nutshell, is the story … Continue reading

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Breach of Trust, prose poem by Jack A. Urquhart @EvryManJac

          © 2017 by Jack A. Urquhart It seemed like nothing at the time all those many years ago, no more than an instant’s frustration when I stooped to let you go— just the fruit of … Continue reading

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An American’s Parisian Dream @EvryManJac

Copyright 2016 by Jack A. Urquhart Paris, winter, 2016. We are here in the French capital again, my spouse Raymond and I, visiting dear friends for most of the month. Ray, who has an extensive history of European travel to his … Continue reading

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Residue: a prose poem, @EvryManJac

©2016 by Jack A. Urquhart (for D.T.U.) He wears loss ‘round his neck— scintilla of ashes, bone, dust— a steely, encapsulating talisman, storied against his heart. His fingers oil the patina to a shade of smoky-gray. This grief is a … Continue reading

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