Jeremy Paul Spears

November 28, 1971March 12, 2019

Jeremy Paul Spears, Age 47, passed away in Glendale, Arizona on March 12, 2019. Jeremy was born in Ajo, Arizona on November 28, 1971, the son of Jerry Paul Spears and Nina Kay Rose. He is also survived by his brother, Stephen Spears. Jeremy had many life-long friends who loved him. He loved to write Poetry and was published in several magazines. Jeremy’s poems have appeared in such publications as the Green Mountains Review, the Illinois Review, Flyway and Wordgathering. He is a recipient of the David Lindahl Prize from the JWR, a finalist in this year’s Tucson Festival of the Book Poetry Competition and a participant in the 2016 Aspen Summer Words Juried Workshop. This is one of Jeremy’s poems:

Ghost Town

Shift over, turning out of the country club drive, you spot an owl stretched across a bleary moon, starred sky his flowering trellis, perched upon to scour desert canvas for cottontail rabbits and kangaroo rats. You traverse drought’s thirst on a wavering river, one drunk eye shut. Pouring for retirees, you whip tall cocktails stiff enough to keep them coming back; your customers tonight wove this shattered road before you when last call scattered them like bats. You’ve been pilfering shots with the cook again all afternoon well into evening’s blur. Sedan dipping into an arroyo you remember when the streets of Ajo flooded and your father urged you in with a laugh, beer on his breath a nectar sucked from the can in his hand. The water took your balance and then your shoes more ferocious than your buzz tonight, salted tequila splitting every Palo Verde in two. You were once the green tree lightning split, earning every scar. That was in Ajo’s heyday before coyote packs replaced the rumbling pick ups and smoking cars. Those days you ran with miners’ children instead of their ghosts, your nose pressed in a book instead of a bottle, dreaming up stories of witches, werewolves, and poisonous gas. Over the precipice of narrative you’re still falling, tumbling through poetry’s remains, dangling off this town’s haunted lip. Your drowning feet fan a mysterious current – you don’t know where or how to land. In the trailer where you’re staying, your grandmother’s sleep is a deep well into which dreams drop like disappearing stones. Nightlights halo hallways dim. You swore you’d never be like him and yet here you are, one eye shut to the wretch you’ve become, the other boozy enough to turn you twins. Your worn tires rumble as another saguaro then another mile passes on the lightless road home.


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Chris Macias

March 14, 2019

I met Jeremy working at Mercy Care. He provided support for our Medicare plan and was always willing to share his expertise and knowledge when I needed assistance resolving claims issues for our members. My thoughts and prayers are with his family at this time, may his memories and poems live on in your hearts forever.

Sarah Ito

March 14, 2019

I only knew Jeremy as a writer. His writing gave insight into the person he was. I am so sorry for his passing.

Kim Allen

March 14, 2019

My favorite memory is the first time my daughter and Jphizzle met. A work colleague, David. and his wife, Carrie, run a local community theater in Maricopa and were going to be putting on a production of "Into the Woods". I had purchased tickets for Kaylee and I to attend. Jphizzle said he was going to go too and asked if we could pick him up. I said of course. Saturday morning rolled around, Kaylee and I set off for our adventure. As we pulled up to Jphizzle's house, Kaylee asked if this was where the show was. I replied no honey, we are picking up my friend Jeremy and he is going to ride with us. We went inside and she was immediately in love with his dogs. I introduced Jeremy to Kaylee and they never shut up talking all the way down to Maricopa. We saw the show which we all loved and then headed back to Phoenix to drop Jphizzle off. They talked a mile a minute like they were old friends. My daughter was twelve at the time. After we dropped him off, Kaylee told me that he was the coolest person she had ever met and asked when we could go visit him and his dogs again.
I am grateful I was able to take Kaylee to see Jeremy on Monday night. You will always be Jphizzle to me. I love and miss you so much.
My friend may you be well, may you be happy, may you be loved, and may you be peaceful.