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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For Belle's 'On the Street' Challenge: Report of Pilot, Captain Y. M. Raughtel: This might be my final report. I seem to have landed in the most barren patch of nothing imaginable. There is nothing but desert as far as the mind can conceive. And I think that my mind is losing its ability to see and hear what is real and what I've only imagined. Am I really alone out here?
By Kendall Defoe 2 months ago in Fiction
A Discovery in a Bus Shelter. Top Story - November 2025.
I met my first publisher at a bus stop. Yes, I am as busy with the challenges as any of you out there in Vocalland. I have also had more contracts added to my teaching schedule, papers marked and to come on the docket, and I think I may have beaten back a slight cold that set up shop at the back of my head and on my chest. I know that I should rest and restore myself to better shape so that I can keep tapping out these pieces. But I feel compelled to talk about a man who changed my plans for my literary career, especially since I did not think I had one.
By Kendall Defoe 2 months ago in Writers
Should a Canadian Write about London?
Dear London, I owe you an apology. I think I had better explain myself. I was sent to visit relatives there in the summer of 1988. I was fourteen and a serious pain in the neck, but I was in good company. I remember that from the ride from airport to the flat that I would be staying in, I heard nothing but complaints. My very West Indian relatives pointed out how difficult it was to get ahead due to their race and class, even pointing out different buildings and places where they recalled insults and proved that they had a point. Later that same night, the relative I was staying with would get into a shouting match with a drunk in the street who was slapping a woman around (fortunately, this was from a balcony several stories up in the East End). Plaistow had its charms.
By Kendall Defoe 2 months ago in Journal
Waxing for all the Waning
Dear Lunar Neighbour, Pick a shape, and stick with it! Signed, all Earthlings... * Note: I know that a haiku for this Challenge might seem rather odd, but I think that the best notes to neighbours and the like should be brief, and I have also just hit the right word count, so there.
By Kendall Defoe 3 months ago in Poets
CFS: Montréal's Film Society
I feel as though I am finally ready to write about Montreal’s Cineclub Film Society, a group that programs and airs films of original prints at theatres and other locations around the city. But I feel as though I should have done this quite some time ago. It was a problem of neglecting what was so obviously a part of my life that I never felt that it would matter if I spoke about them at all. Now, I feel that you should all know what happens in Canada’s playground during the difficult autumn and winter seasons. But my story does not begin with just a breakdown of the organization. This is a personal story.
By Kendall Defoe 3 months ago in Geeks
Political Twenty-Nine
All the king's liars, and all the king's henchmen...lost. You are back again! * Thank you for reading! If you liked this, you can add your Insights, Comment, leave a Heart, Tip, Pledge, or Subscribe. I will appreciate any support you have shown for my work.
By Kendall Defoe 3 months ago in Poets
The Drunk
This is all my fault. She did not try very hard. The bottle she had in her hand was vodka and very expensive (first mistake); she tried to sit between Robert and Kerwin (second); she felt upset when one of them picked it up – that very overpriced booze – to see what it was she was drinking.
By Kendall Defoe 3 months ago in Fiction
The Rupture
My children... The Dark Lord himself has let the morbid believers of the Up-Above fool his followers into thinking that they would be taken up, and we have all had a nice laugh with all of their most pitiful miscalculations and threats to the rest of us...heathens. We know that we will be taken down at the end of this month as the demons and spirits rise up and finally make their promise real with our corporeal forms now dismissed as we all dance, celebrate and laugh with his true light-giver.
By Kendall Defoe 3 months ago in Fiction
