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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 […]

Of Tattoos, Bazooka Gum and Lessons Learned

By Don Kenton Henry Thank you all for your participation. You (at least some) unwittingly participated in a social experiment of the type recently perpetrated on all of us by this very entity to which we subscribe. I.e., Facebook. In case you were not informed, Facebook recently published posts on our pages intentionally designed to […]

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 […]