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Only One Version
By Don Kenton Henry There is only one version and you can’t buy it off the shelf If can be redeeming; It can be utterly cruel It shines bright when brought into the light Or it can haunt you in the dark of the night It’s the currency of the wise and the counterfeit […]
New Boots
FLASH FICTION BY DON KENTON HENRY When shopping for new boots, the cute young sales girl said, “How do you like these Old Gringo?” I replied, “Please don’t call me old!” She said, “No! The boots are made by Old Gringo!” (What a difference a comma makes!) So . . . I thought, “What the […]
Menagerie A Trois
By Don Kenton Henry The scene unfolded as Argo, The Strong Man, went looking for Bertha, the Fat Lady. The Fells-Floto Circus was camped on the banks of the Colorado River, just east of Austin, as it was each September during its six-day run. Argo rounded the corner exiting the arcade strip and walked past […]
Ghost Ship
By Don Kenton Henry A man has to have worked very hard at being this alone I am asked if this was always my plan I reply, you mean to inhabit a one person home To be an island unto myself , a solitary man It took years to lose the people, friends, pets, […]
SHE ME US
A Flash Fiction By Don Kenton Henry SHE She does not come in a can off a shelf. Her gown has that “slightly worn” look but is not in tatters. She is comfortable with her femininity and not threatened by my masculinity. She is the summation of her mental, physical and spiritual self. She […]
The Midnight Farmboy
(Plagiarism―even regarding a title―is not my style. But when life imitates art to this degree . . . Well, hell . . . sometimes you just have to commit the crime.) By Don Kenton Henry The red, white and chrome Continental Trailways bus wound southbound down that ribbon of Highway 59 ensconced in the darkness of […]
THE BARD’S ROAD TO STURGIS 2015 . . .
By Don Kenton Henry I am on the road to South Dakota for the 75th Anniversary of the world’s most famous bike rally. Along the way I have met, and will meet, people from all over the world who have come to witness the spectacle that is “Sturgis”. Literally, it is a town that is […]
Life’s A Canvas Painted
By Don Kenton Henry Sun rise or sun set, it’s hard to know which is best A day of honest labor, or one of rest A day begun or day done, like a song to be written or a song sung A spring breeze or a winter’s blast A first love . . . […]
Better’n Bread ‘N Butter Pickles
By Don Kenton Henry Nothing but the sound of crickets rose above the corn in the mid-day sun that hot July. I’d shut my tractor down, taken my brown bag and thermos and left the field for the row of trees bordering the Wabash. That river cut right through grandpa’s one hundred twenty acres and […]
SHE’S BEEN MISTREATED NOT DEFEATED
By Don Kenton Henry The Lady’s served her children well She’s known joy and she’s known hell She’s lost more than just one son and daughter too She’s been through tragedy and triumph Ever watchful and reliant And she does it all for me and you A shining beacon across the seas leading those […]
