Tag Archives: Prose Poetry

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

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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

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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

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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

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Sunday Morning Run (prose poem)

              ©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

                ©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

©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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