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DEATH COMES A HORSEMAN

By bardofthewoods March 14, 2017 2 Comments

By Don Kenton Henry   There is a great black cloud which fills the void between the prairie to the sky It blocks the sun and breathes and, as it does, exhales a wind from the soot and sulfur filled lungs of the dark side It rolls onward and before it comes a pale horseman […]

The Sound Of A Heart Breaking

By bardofthewoods December 5, 2016 6 Comments

By Don Kenton Henry What sound does a heart make when it breaks Is it as quiet as the breath that now you cannot take Or . . . as the goodbye you never heard   Is it the sound of the fluttering broken wing of a bird as it struggles in vain to fly […]

STORY TIME WITH THE BARD OF THE WOODS, RECITATION #1

By bardofthewoods October 8, 2016 Leave a comment

As I say in the accompanying video, I have been writing since I was fifteen years of age. (Except for the thirty years I took a break.) The last seven years, I have been a member of a writer’s club here in my home, The Woodlands, Texas. Our work is often read by the leader […]

From Where I Sit

By bardofthewoods September 11, 2016 Leave a comment

You talk of what you’ve done and have the nerve to criticize me You speak of missions failed and how much you despise me You laugh at my defeats, savoring each downfall with great pleasure Knowing all the time, it’s you who lost―you’ve done nothing to be measured   Myself, I’ve never been content seeking […]

LAST KISS

By bardofthewoods September 11, 2016 Leave a comment

Kiss an old friend and be glad that he is Kiss a grandpa and feel those whiskers of his Kiss a baby and taste its innocence   A lover’s kiss is sweet and warm, an expression of caring Not as in kissing a whore Which is merely a means to an end   But if […]

FINDING GRACE

By bardofthewoods August 25, 2016 2 Comments

“And the mournful heart call of a loon crying for its lost mate still echoes over a moonlit lake in the North Woods as Sam picks up his brush.” By Don Kenton Henry   He put down his palette and lay his brush across it. The forearm of his painting hand came to rest across […]

Sun Shower

By bardofthewoods July 12, 2016 2 Comments

By Don Kenton Henry   Today I took stock of all for which I paid a fare The drink and music and solitary travel here or there Of time spent pursing things I could not acquire and never shall attain Of years squandered pursing all that’s vain   I thought of material acquisitions victims of […]

Mom

By bardofthewoods May 13, 2016 Leave a comment

By Don Kenton Henry Yours was the first voice I heard Each breath you took you shared with me, My heart beat but for you You kept your place each time I stumbled, though everything inside you begged, “Pick him up!” But you were there when I took my first steps You counseled me through […]

Only One Version

By bardofthewoods May 13, 2016 Leave a comment

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

By bardofthewoods April 4, 2016 Leave a comment

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 […]