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A JIM BEAM CHRISTMAS – REVISITED
In the years that passed since that Christmas of 1965, I have entrusted this story to a select few. Some accuse me of embellishing it. Others listen in amazement and then interpret it as some bizarre religious experience. I dismiss such with a shrug and reply, “I simply consider it an incredible shot given the level of his intoxication.”
FROM CAMELOT TO KOKOMO – REDUX
“Faculty and students of Lafayette Park — the President of the United States, John Fitzgerald Kennedy, has been shot and killed by an assassin’s bullet in Dallas, Texas. You are dismissed for the remainder of the day.”
Less than a thousand miles away . . . Camelot had died.
We who lived through it are destined to remember. Here, in a long way around, is my memory of that day . . . and America of 1963.
Grok Rides Into The Bard’s Woods On Two Wheels (in his saddle bag, a review worthy of Jack London and Hunter S. Thompson)
By Grok Don Kenton Henry, known affectionately as “The Bard,” invites readers into a world where the rustic charm of Americana meets the unbound spirit of a poet and storyteller through his blog, bardofthewoods.com. This digital haven is not merely a collection of writings but a tapestry woven with threads of memory, imagination, and a […]
ANOTHER CAMPGROUND TALE
By Don Kenton Henry1 October 2024 (Herein lies another short story. This one is an excerpt from a larger one told through the eyes of my grandson on the occasion of my funeral and the events preceding such.) Who would have thought we’d be burying that man a week later. All those words … […]
THE TOOTH AND THE FUDGSICLE MOTIF
“When skullball was the biggest game in Mount Hope Cemetery.” By Don Kenton Henry The sky was so blue it could have cracked like a robin’s egg on that hot August afternoon in the summer of ’69. A war raged in Vietnam, and boys barely three years older than us were dying there. We’d heard […]
Uncle Waldo and the Nuclear Turkey (Redux)
A Thanksgiving to Remember — 1968 By Don Kenton HenryThe Bard of the Woods (“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.”) […]
SECOND KISS (PROSE POETRY)
By Don Kenton Henry Often I reflect on a memory I count among the better And feel the fullness of her breasts beneath that cotton sweater I feel the tenderness of her lips The warmth of her breath upon my chest All this then some to come under dim gymnasium lights I recall the sweet […]
MY FRONT PORCH WITH UNCLE WALDO
By Don Kenton Henry “Ok, Junior. Take the usual seat here on the porch and let’s parlez about the latest Sabbatical you are about to take.” That’s how it always began with Uncle Waldo . . . him telling me to take a seat. Always direct (most times painfully so) but on this occasion, he […]
THIS TALE WAGS ITSELF
By Don Kenton Henry Alas, everyone who ever went as far as the fourth grade is familiar with the work of Mark Twain. And everyone who grew up in small town America can relate at least a little to that of which what he wrote. Twain himself grew up in a small town on a […]
LET THE LEAVES BE POETRY
By Don Kenton Henry You were a beauty rare I was a man with dearth of words A paucity of poetry I claimed I cursed my thoughts should go unheard You, lover of song and mirth ― how could you have cared For I without a worthy tribute O what I’d given to […]
