Tag Archive | poetry of don kenton henry
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 […]
IF WE ARE IN A DON’T LAUGH SITUATION (Don’t look over at me . . .) By Don Kenton Henry
It happened on the occasion of my grandpa’s funeral at Jackson’s funeral home in Rensselaer, Indiana, in 1984. Most of my family was in the front row directly in front of the casket. My youngest brother and I were on the end of the second row. We were all waiting for the preacher to take […]
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 […]
The Compromise In Not Dying Young
By Don Kenton Henry I am at a point in life where I remain virile and physically ambitious. However, I’ve come far enough to see I am no longer “youth in all its vigor”. I have always said, “a little bit of vanity goes a long way” and—in terms of motivating oneself to remain fit […]
Stand-Up Comedy, Civil Rights, and Corporal Punishment (in the second grade)
By Don Kenton Henry PREFACE: The first time I was ever paddled was in the 2nd grade. (In fact, what I did got me carried out of the classroom by my ear. The cartilage in my right ear was broken and still goes “snap, crackle, and pop” today.) It was joke day, and I got […]
Lines And Signs And You
By Don Kenton Henry 19 June 1977 I have known only lines and signs the four months I’ve roamed This land is my backyard, and the road is my home My future lies on the map, on the seat And one malfunctioning radio’s The only company I keep As it rains Though each passing car […]
The Bard vs Artificial Intelligence
By Don Kenton Henry *PHOTOS ARE OF “THE BARD”, ARTIFICIAL INTELLIGENCE, AKA “BART”, AND IMPARTIAL JUDGE Every child has their heroes. For many, it’s a sports figure. In that context, mine was Jim Thorpe, “Indian Athlete”. Today, you couldn’t even call him that. I’m certain, if alive, Jim would say, “Piss off. I can handle […]
