M.B. HENRY

Last year, I tapped into my long-dormant poetry well, and I posted a series of seven poems about World War II.  They were all from the vantage points of the many...

It was June 7, 1917, a little after three in the morning.  Over a small swath of Belgium known as Messines Ridge, the first rays of dawn glittered on the horizon. ...

            It was a hot day in the isolated countryside of Belgium.  So hot…. The horizon was vast and unbroken.  On either side of the car, there were just open farm...

Once upon a time there was a young girl who was obsessed with Ancient Egypt.  She read any book she could get her hands on.  She dressed as an Egyptian Queen...

Hello everyone!  As promised, here is the final segment of Part I of my Poem epic – the conclusion to the WWII part of the series (which is brought to you...

I won’t lie to you guys.  I’m one of those people that goes a little crazy on Christmas.  The pumpkins from Halloween are barely soft before the Christmas decorations go up. ...

The first thing we saw at Talbot House was the garden.  It was spacious and green.  There were beautiful flowering shrubs all over the grassy lawn.  Butterflies flitted everywhere.  It was...

When I first began research for my historical fiction novel about World War II, I wanted to include a scene that dealt with the bombs.  I collected many materials – first-hand...

Well, it’s that time of year again. The leaves are changing, the nights are cooler, Halloween is upon us, and every store is stocked with candy corn. It’s my favorite time...

Boy we’re moving fast through the first part of three for my poem epic.  Part I is split into seven segments and covers various angles of WWII.  Here for you is...