Tag Archives: Every Man Jack

Apertures

Posted on August 2, 2025 by jaurquhart

By Jack A. Urquhart ©2025For my son, Dillon, on the twelfth anniversary of his passing. Every now and then I capture an image of you, Dillon.As ever, you are hazed, wide-apertured, posed,albeit in a second-hand context:The young barista’s coffee-stained fingers, … Continue reading →

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Archives

Posted on July 16, 2025 by jaurquhart

By Jack A. Urquhart ©2025 For my late husband, Raymond Boyington, on the third anniversary of his passing Arriving in the post today clutch of Kodachrome memories,gift from a friend perhaps clearing, as I cannot,the archives of a shared history,i.e., … Continue reading →

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If

Posted on March 8, 2025 by jaurquhart

Copyright 2025 by Jack A. Urquhart Dear Dillon. Dear Son, If you’re listening, if it matters where you are, then I hope you’ll take note: today is March 8th, which would’ve been the 46th anniversary of your birth. If only … Continue reading →

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An Eye for Life

Posted on November 9, 2024 by jaurquhart

(For my son-in-law, Aaron Hartzell, 11.09.1974 – 03.10.2024, on the anniversary of his birth) It wasn’t always easy taking a walk with you.Rather, it could be an eye-roll-inducing experience —the way you (camera ever-at-the-ready)tarried to examine every eye-catching blade of … Continue reading →

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Alterations

Posted on September 26, 2024 by jaurquhart

(For Ray)copyright 2024 by Jack A. Urquhart Since you’ve been gone, I have made of You an alter replete with the relics of your life and times: your compass, your slide rule, your red plastic comb (tacky in its donnish … Continue reading →

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Eleven

Posted on August 2, 2024 by jaurquhart

Copyright 2024 by Jack A. Urquhart(for Dillon)This year, it’s eleven.Eleven years since you left.I keep thinking about the significanceof that number. It’s prime, of course, like you, capable of being measured out by no one and nobody, but yourself and … Continue reading →

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Calendar Entry

Posted on July 16, 2024 by jaurquhart

Copyright 2024 by Jack A. Urquhart (For Raymond L. Boyington on the second anniversary of his absence) I calendar your absences,Dear Man (did you know?). I employ the plural, absences, because there are many: One hundred and four Saturdays, a little … Continue reading →

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Dillon’s Voice

Posted on March 8, 2024 by jaurquhart

Copyright 2024 by Jack A. Urquhart March 8, 2024: For Dillon on what would’ve been the 45th anniversary of his birth. For years, I kept recordings of your voice — tapes dating back to preschool and cassettes passed on by … Continue reading →

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One Hundred Fifty-six Weeks, and Four Days

Posted on September 25, 2023 by jaurquhart

© 2023by Jack A. Urquhart For Raymond L. Boyington on what would’ve been his 82nd birthday (09.25) Sometimes I wonder, do you hear me when I talk to you? Can you feel it when I speak your name? Does the … Continue reading →

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A Letter from Dad

Posted on August 2, 2023 by jaurquhart

© 2023 by Jack A. Urquhart August 2, 2023 Dear Clangorous Son, Dear Dillon, The anniversaries keep piling up, don’t they? It’s ten years worth today, ten years of absence — long enough to assemble a shakey colossus of commemoratives. … Continue reading →

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