Tag Archives: Jack Andrew Urquhart

Hindsight, a prose poem

Posted on January 17, 2016 by jaurquhart

©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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Not on Your Life: a prose poem

Posted on January 11, 2016 by jaurquhart

©2016 by Jack A. Urquhart               We said our farewells in Seattle; You, heading off to the library in a misting rain, I, preoccupied with transit arrangements, flight delays. But I remember the smoky … Continue reading →

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Sunday Morning Run (prose poem)

Posted on November 29, 2015 by jaurquhart

              ©2015 by Jack A. Urquhart Come Sunday morning, he runs the streets, pants and puffs past houses familiar since kindergarten, the former homes of former friends. Instead of Sunday School, he attends the … Continue reading →

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Shelter

Posted on November 20, 2015 by jaurquhart

                ©2015 by Jack A. Urquhart (for Raymond) Purple thunder heralds the storm. At dusk, the rains begin. Outside my window a necklace of liquid pearls— strung from telephone line— captures the last iridescence … Continue reading →

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Recollections

Posted on October 23, 2015 by jaurquhart

©2015 by Jack A. Urquhart (for Mom) Big blue Buick lies wrecked by the road—plate glass, framed steel fragile as October leaves— as fleeting as flesh and bone; Still a blue leather purse left behind at the scene calls back its … Continue reading →

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Space (a prose poem)

Posted on October 3, 2015 by jaurquhart

©2015 by Jack A. Urquhart (for Dillon from Dad) I dreamt of us again last night: You, sullen and scowling, opting for deep space; Me, drawn to your furtive luster, wondering how, from where we began, we’d opened this gravity-bound … Continue reading →

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Book Review: Kate Atkinson’s “Life After Life” and “A God in Ruins”

Posted on June 10, 2015 by jaurquhart

©2015 by Jack A. Urquhart   (Twitter @EvryManJac)         1580 words “When we read a story, we inhabit it. The covers of the book are like a roof and four walls. What is to happen next will … Continue reading →

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For All I Care, a prose poem

Posted on June 7, 2015 by jaurquhart

©2015 by Jack A. Urquhart                (For Dillon) In another dream You return to me, arms outstretched, a child again asking to be held. The weight of you against my quickening heart is like … Continue reading →

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Tinnitus (a prose poem)

Posted on June 4, 2015 by jaurquhart

©2015 by Jack A. Urquhart Listen a moment and you will hear it, the universal jingle— electric, crepitating, omnipresent in your head. Barely a hearbeat’s respite before here it comes again— the tympanic soap opera; the static Plop, Plop, Fizz, … Continue reading →

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Review: Fathers and Demons; Glimpses of the Future, by Lorinda J. Taylor: Telling tales of fathers, sons, demons and deities

Posted on April 27, 2015 by jaurquhart

©2015 by Jack A. Urquhart     1127 words Lorinda J. Taylor, the talented author of several engaging and imaginative works of literary science fiction, does an excellent job of telling her potential readers what to expect from her latest independently published … Continue reading →

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