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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
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
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
Queer Science: free verse by @jackaurquhart
©2014 by Jack A. Urquhart Do you know Einstein’s Law of Photoelectric Effect— how electrons can lose their metallic bonds, become sub-atomic emissions, spun solo into space? Well, neither do I. Not really. Only layman’s knowledge. Just enough to speculate, … Continue reading
“March”: a poem by @jackaurquhart
(Some free verse … for my son, Dillon) March You were tardy aborning, a day late and mad — —as a March hare; it took a suction cap to coax you into the world. Pushed to fight or flight, a … Continue reading
A Birthday Wish For Dillon, by @jackaurquhart
©2014 by Jack Andrew Urquhart 682 words Dear Dillon, Dear Son, It’s March again—what would have been your thirty-fifth birthday arriving hard and heavy on the heels of Ash Wednesday this year. I say hard and heavy because it feels … Continue reading
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When God Happens, by @jackaurquhart
© 2014 by Jack A. Urquhart 562 words I have been thinking a lot about God and religion lately or, perhaps more aptly, about the place that notions of Deity figure in my life. Which is not typically a … Continue reading
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Moving Home, by @jackaurquhart
©2014 by Jack A. Urquhart 939 words I own a house. I have owned it for several years. It is the house I grew up in from early adolescence, although until recently, I had not lived in it for over … Continue reading
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Mom’s Christmas Tree, by @jackaurquhart
©2013 by Jack A. Urquhart 631 words This is my Mom’s Christmas tree. Her last Christmas tree. A balsam fir, I think it is. Ray and I bought it for her on December 5th. A Thursday. We brought it over … Continue reading
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Sleigh Bells Ring, a Christmas Memory, by @jackaurquhart
©2013 by Jack A. Urquhart 937 words It was 1960, I think. I would’ve been almost twelve that year—too old to believe in Santa Claus. My tendency to engage in pre-Christmas snooping had seen to that. By then, it had … Continue reading
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