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The Loom of Life and Raveled Love

by Don Kenton Henry The Loom of Life and Raveled Love by Don Kenton Henry Born into one small seam in the fabric of time and space With no control over entry and little over exit We are either weavers or woven into lives of hapless random chaos . . . or somewhat chosen orchestrated […]

Hope

By bardofthewoods December 30, 2021 1 Comment

By Don Kenton Henry Hope is not a thing that begins as I slip from my bed and my feet touch the ground. Neither is it found on my stoop as I exit my front door. Down my path, a winding one at that, I course . . . sometimes stumbling, sometimes falling in the […]

SHE ME US

By bardofthewoods March 5, 2016 Leave a comment

A Flash Fiction By Don Kenton Henry SHE She does not come in a can off a shelf. Her gown has that “slightly worn” look but is not in tatters. She is comfortable with her femininity and not threatened by my masculinity. She is the summation of her mental, physical and spiritual self. She […]

Life’s A Canvas Painted

By bardofthewoods July 13, 2015 Leave a comment

By Don Kenton Henry Sun rise or sun set, it’s hard to know which is best A day of honest labor, or one of rest A day begun or day done, like a song to be written or a song sung A spring breeze or a winter’s blast A first love . . . […]

Better’n Bread ‘N Butter Pickles

By bardofthewoods July 13, 2015 Leave a comment

By Don Kenton Henry Nothing but the sound of crickets rose above the corn in the mid-day sun that hot July. I’d shut my tractor down, taken my brown bag and thermos and left the field for the row of trees bordering the Wabash. That river cut right through grandpa’s one hundred twenty acres and […]

THIS TALE WAGS ITSELF

By bardofthewoods June 14, 2015 Leave a comment

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 […]

Every Summer Was A Circus

By bardofthewoods May 23, 2015 1 Comment

BY DON KENTON HENRY I grew up in the most magical of places a boy could hope to. A place where every summer day was a circus. And when I was not watching in wondrous amazement . . . I was performing. The place was Peru, Indiana and my home at 333 Sycamore […]

LET THE LEAVES BE POETRY

By bardofthewoods May 22, 2015 1 Comment

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 […]

From Camelot to Kokomo

By bardofthewoods November 21, 2013 Leave a comment

From Camelot to Kokomo (November 1963 – November 2013) By Don Kenton Henry Fifty years ago tomorrow I was a student in Miss Fishberg’s fourth grade class in Kokomo, Indiana. I was in the last row, next to the wall, just beneath the school intercom speaker. I sat transfixed on it as it squelched, […]