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Apertures
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
An Eye for Life
(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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Eleven
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
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
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