Kendall Defoe
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Teacher, reader, writer, dreamer... I am a college instructor who cannot stop letting his thoughts end up on the page. No AI. No Fake Work. It's all me...
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The Ice Slick: An Apology
Dear Montréal, Well, this has been a fun two days. Ha, ha. Sorry, I am not well-known for my sense of humour. Often I have been told that I should mind my own business and know my place. Offensive, yes, but I can understand the sentiment. But I needed to vent a little before the season was over. I often feel that you do not appreciate what I give you every summer, and that winter is the price you gotta pay.
By Kendall Defoe about 2 hours ago in Fiction
Misdirection
Ahem... I know that it might seem strange that I am one of the people lifting a glass to wish a toast to the happy couple, but I have been told to do this in order to take up your time and make sure that we are all very much in our cups. They decided that they wanted to hit the road and they needed me to wish them all the best.
By Kendall Defoe 7 days ago in Critique
This Ain't Fiction!
To quote from the Challenge: Write this in whatever format and Vocal community you want, as long as you are not writing fiction. If a longing poem suits your needs, go for it. If half your reasoning is a memoir-style background to explain that all you want is a nice garden, it qualifies.
By Kendall Defoe 11 days ago in 01
Observed
Another Saturday night and I ain’t got nobody… He was thinking of the same damn song every weekend now. The quarantine and the curfew were things he could get used to; there was a bit of luck in having a condo in the downtown core. At least it was in a part of town without his company's handiwork. It was a perfect example of cinema right in front of him (Hitchcock be damned), all silent and distant. So, he thought, I just needed to add a song.
By Kendall Defoe 14 days ago in Fiction
The Spot
No one blinked. As they gathered by the image processor, taking time to adjust all of their eye sockets and each dial and module on the machine, they simply stared and stared at what they were looking at. No one thought to make a mental note of this; no one thought that their psychic connection could handle this. But there it was and they had to process it.
By Kendall Defoe 16 days ago in Fiction
On the Recent Win
Chest cold and coughing... 'Congratulations, Kendall!' My symptoms faded... * Note: almost as soon as I received the news that I had finally won a Challenge, I got sick with a bad cough that lingered in my chest. I took Saturday and most of Sunday off to handle it, along with the work I had to mark and prep for my students, but I still feel rundown. But do not fear: I am still writing and I have at least one other piece on the go that will be up soon. This haiku just explains my state of mind now.
By Kendall Defoe 18 days ago in Poets
Goodbye, Mr. Duvall. Top Story - February 2026.
It is turning out to be an interesting year. I was in the middle of teaching a class when a pop-up appeared on the screen announcing the death of Mr. Robert Seldon Duvall (yes, that was his full name). I was in the middle of a discussion on the obsession we have with winning when it comes to sports (the Winter Olympics was a theme), and I felt as though things were coming full circle. We had already lost Gene Hackman last year, and along with that titan, it feels though one particular golden age has closed off to be replaced by...?
By Kendall Defoe 24 days ago in Geeks
