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Like Frost On A Window

By bardofthewoods September 10, 2014 Leave a comment

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 bardofthewoods August 27, 2014 Leave a comment

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 bardofthewoods July 30, 2014 Leave a comment

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 bardofthewoods July 10, 2014 2 Comments

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

By bardofthewoods June 6, 2014 Leave a comment

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

By bardofthewoods June 3, 2014 Leave a comment

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

By bardofthewoods May 27, 2014 Leave a comment

“I wish I’d known Uncle Ira. I wish he’d gone to Yankees games with us. It’s not fair. He shouldn’t have died, Grandpa. War is stupid!”

“How many veterans do you think are buried here at Arlington, David?”

“I don’t know, grandpa,” he answered as he pulled the map from the back pocket of his trousers.

“Over two hundred fifty thousand.”

“That’s so many!”

“How many of our kind were murdered in concentration camps before your uncle helped stop Hitler?”

“I don’t know, Grandpa. How many?”

“6 million.”

Yester Summer Day

By bardofthewoods April 16, 2014 Leave a comment

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 bardofthewoods February 14, 2014 Leave a comment

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

By bardofthewoods January 21, 2014 Leave a comment

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 […]

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