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 Contract
“So, what’s the catch?” To be honest, he was getting ready to go out that night and did not expect that he would have to deal with such nonsense after making the offer, but nothing ever worked out the way he expected it to with these people. There was always some small little problem that was never anticipated. All these years and all those surprises…
By Kendall Defoe 6 months ago in Fiction
Political Twenty-Five
Uncle Sam...listen... Is it the time for a change? Give us the hammer! Are we there yet? * 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 6 months ago in Poets
Sound and Vision
I'm surprised that I did not think of this sooner... I am at home during a very hot Tuesday, sitting in my kitchen in front of this screen with a plan to go for a short walk after the leftovers I have had for dinner. I am waiting on money in the mail (snail, unfortunately), and having vague thoughts about which dumpster I would choose if I do get kicked out of my apartment and have to suffer another humiliation. The job hunt continues, with one application sent to a school that I applied to years before, had an interview with, and then found myself rejected from because the teacher I was supposed to replace decided not to retire.
By Kendall Defoe 6 months ago in Writers
Malcolm, Michael, and Terry. Top Story - July 2025.
It's been very hard to be a member of what we call Generation X this week. The pain is too big to handle alone. My title might be a little confusing, so I will get that out of the way first: Malcolm-Jamal Warner, John Michael "Ozzy" Osbourne, and Terry Gene Bollea ("Hulk Hogan") have all passed away, and my mind is in many different places as I type this out. The summer has been hot, financially unrewarding, full of news of insanity, violence and disappointment. It all seems so familiar. And to read about these losses and to have to go on with my day just seems ridiculous.
By Kendall Defoe 6 months ago in Geeks
Political Twenty-Four
Not much to say now: A political show? Yup. Minutes like days. Countdown starts now... * 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 6 months ago in Poets
St. Ebrius
“Hi, Jordan.” It was early in the morning, so he knew that it could be a hallucination. It was all in his head as he turned in the dumpster and opened his eyes. Jordan Radasso had been living there for the last four years after losing his apartment, being banned from the shelters and kicked out of an abandoned restaurant (kicked out? Those kids chased him out for fun). The dumpster was in a fairly quiet alley. Garbage trucks rarely passed there after the restaurants shut down and the government put in another marijuana shop. The people who still wanted to walk on the main street were tourists and they always had a lot of spare change. The only difficulty was the food bank that was five blocks away (always crowded on weekends and after 1 pm) and the weather. The cold had come in and he felt the pinpricks in his feet first; the layers kept most of his blood flowing. And today would be another trip out to see if he could beat the crowds, and keep the heat in his body moving.
By Kendall Defoe 6 months ago in Chapters
