Tag Archives: Every Man Jack

Penitence, a prose poem by @EvryManJac

Posted on June 12, 2017 by

©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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An American’s Parisian Dream @EvryManJac

Posted on December 18, 2016 by

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

Posted on November 5, 2016 by

©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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Mixed Metaphors (prose poem)

Posted on August 2, 2016 by

              ©2016 by Jack A. Urquhart For Dillon 03.08.1979—08.02.2013 They say being alive is a concatenation of scenes, the sum of which equals a singular human performance. So it is no surprise that since … Continue reading →

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Last Words: A Marriage Memory (prose poem)

Posted on July 24, 2016 by

            ©2016 by Jack A. Urquhart I’m through talking to you, she said, in her best aggrieved spousal tone—this before launching a litany of worst-case marital woes. Quite a list it was, and accurate; something … Continue reading →

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Reflections on Selling the Family Home: the Life-Changing Challenges of Decluttering House and Mind

Posted on June 20, 2016 by

© 2016 by Jack A. Urquhart 1500 words Recently, in preparation for another major move, I have been reading Marie Kondo’s best-selling paean to the joys of decluttering, The Life-Changing Magic of Tidying Up: The Japanese Art of Decluttering and … Continue reading →

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god fantasy (a prose poem) by Jack A. Urquhart

Posted on April 22, 2016 by

                  ©2016 by Jack A. Urquhart  (500 words) Call me crazy, but I like to fantasize about meeting god, about hooking up with the über one for a face-to-face encounter. Nowadays, that … Continue reading →

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Say ‘Cheese’! A Birthday Letter to my Son

Posted on March 5, 2016 by

©2016 by Jack A. Urquhart (Dillon Tyler Urquhart 03.08.1979—08.02.2013) Dear Dillon, Today, with your birthday coming on, I tried from old photographs to summon some smile-making memories, a few happy commemoratives from all those “say ‘cheese’!” moments. But it seems … Continue reading →

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Afterwords: Reflections on losing a child to mental illness and drugs

Posted on February 11, 2016 by

©2016 by Jack A. Urquhart   1600 words I do not know if I should be attempting this again—don’t know if it’s wise or useful to attempt honesty, especially in prose, on a matter so profoundly life-altering as the death of … Continue reading →

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Hindsight, a prose poem

Posted on January 17, 2016 by

©2016 by Jack A. Urquhart “I can see you,” she says sweeping airily by, flash of Sunday-school dotted swiss, patent leather rat-a-tat heels, whiff of Skin So Soft. “Time to rise and shine!” Her voice is soprano sharp and bellwether clear, the vibrato … Continue reading →

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