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Tag Archives: Prose poem
I Haven’t Forgotten, prose poem by @evrymanJac
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
Penitence, a prose poem by @EvryManJac
©2017 by Jack A. Urquhart Just so you know: I have my regrets. Doesn’t everybody? And yes, I am sorry— sorry for the grief I’ve caused. That, in a nutshell, is the story … Continue reading
Breach of Trust, prose poem by Jack A. Urquhart @EvryManJac
© 2017 by Jack A. Urquhart It seemed like nothing at the time all those many years ago, no more than an instant’s frustration when I stooped to let you go— just the fruit of … Continue reading
Residue: a prose poem, @EvryManJac
©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
Last Words: A Marriage Memory (prose poem)
©2016 by Jack A. Urquhart I’m through talking to you, she said, in her best aggrieved spousal tone—this before launching a litany of worst-case marital woes. Quite a list it was, and accurate; something … Continue reading
god fantasy (a prose poem) by Jack A. Urquhart
©2016 by Jack A. Urquhart (500 words) Call me crazy, but I like to fantasize about meeting god, about hooking up with the über one for a face-to-face encounter. Nowadays, that … Continue reading
Hindsight, a prose poem
©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
Not on Your Life: a prose poem
©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