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Vignette, March 11, 2022
Ray, rocking that goofy hat again, the one that hangs over my bed now; it’s just two days before our world will turn upside down in a Ventura ER. I imagine how he might have been nudging me on, resisting … Continue reading
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Tune My Heart
For Dillon: On the occasion of what would’ve been his 44th Birthday by Jack A. Urquhart, Copyright 2023 Occasionally, two or three times a year,I tune my heart to the memory of your faceto the sound of your voice, to … Continue reading
For Dillon: A Birthday Rumination from Dad
03.08.2022 I admit it, Kiddo. I’m not as sharp as I used to be, and neither are my memories of you. The effect of advancing age, I expect — and stubborn self-protection. That said, a few things still cut close … Continue reading
Seattle, February 2011 (for Dillon, 03.08.1979 — 08.02.2013)
How was I to know then—in the shadow of that red lacquered library, in that misting rain? How was I to know as you sprinted Spring Street that you would never come back to me again— not the onery, flesh … Continue reading
Prose Poem: Occasionally Yours
©2021 by Jack A. Urquhart For Dillon (03.08.1979–08.02.2013) Sometimes, once or twice a week, domestic distractions fail me, the baskets of dirty laundry waiting to be washed, ironed, and neatly put away, the … Continue reading
Dillon by Proxy (in the Coffee Shop) prose poem by @EvryManJac
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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Steel, a prose poem by @EvryManJac
©2019 by Jack A. Urquhart Stainless steel was the medium he favored, forever hard and utilitarian— the price my father paid to make his way in the world. And sometimes, small in his shadow, I would watch from a distance, … Continue reading
Returns of the Day, a prose poem by @EvryManJac
©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
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
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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