Tag Archives: Prose poem

One Hundred Fifty-six Weeks, and Four Days

© 2023by Jack A. Urquhart For Raymond L. Boyington on what would’ve been his 82nd birthday (09.25) Sometimes I wonder, do you hear me when I talk to you? Can you feel it when I speak your name? Does the … Continue reading

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A few things I’ve missed About You

by Jack A. Urquhart © 2023 (In Memory of Raymond Lee Boyington  on the first anniversary of his passing) Just so You know, Dear Man, here are a few things, a small sampling, of what I’ve missed about You. Surprisingly, … 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

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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

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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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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

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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

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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

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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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