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...
And I did this:
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Note: I know how many of you feel right now, and I have been putting my thoughts together post-election/-Guy Fawkes Night/-Daylight Saving Time. We really seem to be hit with a lot this particular autumn. So, I will look at the challenges and continue to create. And I will leave you with this one.
By Kendall Defoe about a year ago in Poets
Ah, George...
So many lies were told to tell basic truths... That cherry tree remained in place, untouched by his hatchet. The teeth that were not just wooden (so many sources brought them together: brass, lead, teeth of animals and slaves...not all your own).
By Kendall Defoe about a year ago in Poets
The Solution
The device was humming, so they knew they just had to hit the button. “Good morning! How are we today?” The hologram was always a nice touch, thought Mildred. She and her partner made sure to get the most interactive features on the device. They had set up the appointment over a year ago and were not going to miss the set up for the price they paid.
By Kendall Defoe about a year ago in Fiction
Two Audiences
I do wonder if I need to write this one. My time here at Vocal has allowed me to write about things that I had deep in my thoughts and had nearly abandoned as possible topics worth sharing. The pieces on literature, movies, music, my travels and other obsessions were worth the time spent shaping and creating them. But I have not covered everything I want to say about why I do this. Maybe that is a well that I will continue to draw from as long as I have a medium that will accept it. And you have all been very open to whatever has hit this page.
By Kendall Defoe about a year ago in Families
Dear P.
Here is a link to the challenge: And please, forgive me... * Dear P., Perhaps this is a little confusing. Your real name is Alison (or is that Alyson...or Alys? It is never clear in the text), but most of the world knows you as the wife. Or the Wife. The woman who travelled with all of those other pilgrims to that famous cathedral in England, and was given the longest of the prologues in Geoffrey's most famous long poem. You boasted of your five husbands, telling us of the three who were good - old, rich and submissive - and the two who were bad (not much detail there). You were also 'gat-toothed' (ah, that gap in the teeth was a symbol of its time that we may want to give back - so much sensuality in it). This was to symbolize your liberated sexuality...as if this was not already clear from the tale spilled out from your lips...
By Kendall Defoe about a year ago in Fiction
