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Mourn Not The Dead

MOURN NOT THE DEAD (REMEMBERING D-DAY) By Don Kenton Henry Seventy years after D-Day, I sit in the security of my suburban home surrounded by neighbors and residents going about their lives in a state of blissful disregard for the price paid in over 10,000 casualties, which included 4,400 Allied fatalities (2,500 American) on those […]

A Night At The Oscars

A NIGHT AT THE OSCARS By Don Kenton Henry ”You’re traveling through another dimension, a dimension not only of sight and sound but of mind. A journey into a wondrous land whose boundaries are that of imagination. That’s the signpost up ahead—your next stop …” Finn’s Landing, Indiana!      Pardon the poetic license this author […]

HISTORY BY THE NUMBERS

HISTORY BY THE NUMBERS BY DON KENTON HENRY The eight year old grasped the old man’s hand as they walked among the rows of headstones white as the cherry blossoms and clouds in the blue sky above.  As they entered Section 12 the man’s grip grew tighter. Counting each site, beneath which lay a veteran, […]

Yester Summer Day

By Don Kenton Henry There are times – most often when this planet drifts a little closer to the sun for the season to come My mind turns to the days when these old legs could run No direction; and only because they could Only difference between me and a June colt was a colt […]

Not A Hallmark Card

By Don Kenton Henry Where does a broken heart go Where are lost loves found Is there a valley or a meadow where cupid’s arrows gone awry lie A place where spring does not spring and in winter’s icy grip the hearts of the heart broken, by heart breakers, are held  bound Where hope like […]

Princess Xanax And The Ride To Kalispell Chapters I – II

PRINCESS XANAX AND THE RIDE TO KALISPELL (From A Phobia of Walls) By Don Kenton Henry Chapter I – II      “Throw your leg over, Princess Xanax and get on this steel horse behind me. I promise by the time we hit the Bitterroot Range–three days from here–you’ll throw all those pills–in that thing you call a purse–in […]

Uncle Waldo And The Nuclear Turkey

By Don Kenton Henry UNCLE WALDO AND THE NUCLEAR TURKEY “And how did you all come to be covered in wild rice–and say–is that an oyster in your hair, Mrs. Henry?” asked Officer Dawalt. Mom ran her fingers through her hair, removed the article and inspected it. “No … that’s a giblet.” All Thanksgivings are […]

From Camelot to Kokomo

  From Camelot to Kokomo (November 1963 – November 2013) By Don Kenton Henry Fifty years ago tomorrow I was a student in Miss Fishberg’s fourth grade class in Kokomo, Indiana. I was in the last row, next to the wall, just beneath the school intercom speaker. I sat transfixed on it as it squelched, […]

I Am An American Soldier

I AM AN AMERICAN SOLDIER BY DON KENTON HENRY I am and have been on watch eleven score and seventeen years Only my uniform has changed I am the one who twice saved the world I halt quests to exchange your freedom for oppression, the color of your skin for theirs – Your religion for […]

It’s That Time Of The Year Again. Halloween . . . Time For Tragekitty

  TRAGEKITTY “A classic case of trag-i-dip-i-ty: the occurrence and development of events by chance with tragic or CATastrophic consequences.” By Don Kenton Henry It is rare two seemingly unrelated incidents in time come together at precisely the same place such that the lives of all involved  – or in this case the lives–and–death of […]