Tag Archives: Grief Loss and Bereavement

Dillon by Proxy (in the Coffee Shop) prose poem by @EvryManJac

Posted on March 8, 2020 by

For my son, Dillon (March 8, 1979–August 2, 2013) ©2020 by Jack A. Urquhart  Yesterday in a coffee shop, in an incidence of unabashed affection, I saw a man lean to plant a kiss atop his preteen son’s head. The … Continue reading →

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Returns of the Day, a prose poem by @EvryManJac

Posted on March 8, 2019 by

          ©2019 by Jack A. Urquhart (for Dillon from Dad) Today is your birthday. You would’ve been forty years old. Forty!  Imagine that. Sometimes I do. I imagine what you might’ve become, And how you could’ve … Continue reading →

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

Posted on August 2, 2018 by

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

Posted on March 8, 2018 by

            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

Posted on August 2, 2017 by

                    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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Poem for a lost child @EvryManJac

       

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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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