Tag Archive | the bard
SHADOW BOXER
By Don Kenton Henry He works in the quiet corner of a dank and darkened gym It reeks of the sweat of men of color and the working stiff Alone, it’s just the mirror, the floor, and him Gone are the days he was all angle iron and barbed wire on two feet fighting for […]
STORY TIME WITH THE BARD OF THE WOODS, RECITATION #1
As I say in the accompanying video, I have been writing since I was fifteen years of age. (Except for the thirty years I took a break.) The last seven years, I have been a member of a writer’s club here in my home, The Woodlands, Texas. Our work is often read by the leader […]
FINDING GRACE
“And the mournful heart call of a loon crying for its lost mate still echoes over a moonlit lake in the North Woods as Sam picks up his brush.” By Don Kenton Henry He put down his palette and lay his brush across it. The forearm of his painting hand came to rest across […]
Sun Shower
By Don Kenton Henry Today I took stock of all for which I paid a fare The drink and music and solitary travel here or there Of time spent pursing things I could not acquire and never shall attain Of years squandered pursing all that’s vain I thought of material acquisitions victims of […]
New Boots
FLASH FICTION BY DON KENTON HENRY When shopping for new boots, the cute young sales girl said, “How do you like these Old Gringo?” I replied, “Please don’t call me old!” She said, “No! The boots are made by Old Gringo!” (What a difference a comma makes!) So . . . I thought, “What the […]
Menagerie A Trois
By Don Kenton Henry The scene unfolded as Argo, The Strong Man, went looking for Bertha, the Fat Lady. The Fells-Floto Circus was camped on the banks of the Colorado River, just east of Austin, as it was each September during its six-day run. Argo rounded the corner exiting the arcade strip and walked past […]
Ghost Ship
By Don Kenton Henry A man has to have worked very hard at being this alone I am asked if this was always my plan I reply, you mean to inhabit a one person home To be an island unto myself , a solitary man It took years to lose the people, friends, pets, […]
Quotations By The Bard*
At first, my psychiatrist believed in Uncle Waldo . . . and then he didn’t. But I always knew he was there. And here’s the proof. “Quotations from the Bard.” (you don’t really think I came up with these pearls of wisdom on my own, do you?) *(All quotes are by The Bard Of The […]
