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BRANDED
By Don Kenton Henry Now I’m not saying he was fat, but in a day before “morbidly obese became the new slim” … Well … let’s just say “Woody” was chubby. We could also say he never met a piece of apple pie―or any kind of pie for that matter―he didn’t like. And he […]
Like Frost On A Window
By Don Kenton Henry Your heart is a stone Cold as one in a hearth whose fire has gone out Long since Your eyes have become as dark and frosted as the window in which I sit In a home as empty as your conscience Echoed laughter from these walls I try to forget […]
Detective Bonham Cartwright’s Albatross
By Don Kenton Henry His life had always been about structure. It is what made Bonham Cartwright so successful in academics, graduating at the top of his class in the undergraduate Criminal Justice program at Texas A&M, then with honors from Boston University with a Masters in Biomedical Forensic Science. And structure was what […]
Trap Door To The Booby Hatch: Part III
By Don Kenton Henry In Part II, we left off with: {“Your mother did sign commitment papers but, initially, only for observation. You presented acute psychiatric symptoms warranting emergency hospitalization in our Extended Observation Unit. The next 72 hours will be a period of stabilization and evaluation. At the end of that time, if our […]
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 […]
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 […]
Bard of The Woods, alias “Buck Wild” . . . road warrior and wordsmith.
“Have pen . . . will travel.”
Venus Wore Red Ball Jets
VENUS WORE RED BALL JETS BY DON KENTON HENRY “To say she was the epitome of feminine beauty is as wanting as was my ability to have her. It was as obvious as she was unattainable.” No one ever called me “Tiger,” much less mistook me for one, and yet, the “Tig-Arena” was where I […]
