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 Move
Note: this is for Real Poetic's challenge (acrostic with the word 'Anniversary'): Extra Note: I am also writing this on the last day before I move out of a place I have lived in for about seven years. I am tired, stressed out, still looking for books and bags, and wondering what my place will be like...
By Kendall Defoe 2 years ago in Poets
A Day in the Sun
They picked a beautiful day for it. On that weekend, the weather was perfect for anyone willing to spend their time on a body of water that shimmered like a beautiful mirror, under a sun that was not too hot in a bright blue sky, and with hardly anyone else willing to travel out that far to go fishing.
By Kendall Defoe 2 years ago in Humor
The Wealthy Burglar
As many of you know, I am in the process of changing homes. This has meant a great deal of packing, cleaning up and decision-making over what to toss and what to keep. I have found old photographs and notebooks that I will treasure forever, along with other documents that I wish I had not seen. One such item came from the government. It noted how much money I would receive as part of the national pension plan if I retired in 2022 (it was an old letter). Now, things did not look good then, and they would probably not look too good many years down the road when I actually decided to retire. And the bills are still coming in and the rent will still need to be paid. What to do?
By Kendall Defoe 2 years ago in Humor
Enumeration Enumerated
I need to explain what I did. When I was in my twenties, I went from job to job very quickly. Most of the money I made went toward a plan to help me all the way through school, although I still managed to waste some of it. Knowing that I could jump from one lousy job to another without much difficulty helped…for a while. I am not sure where this confidence came from, but it did allow me to create a list of over twenty jobs when someone asked how many types of employment I had in those early years.
By Kendall Defoe 2 years ago in The Swamp
Broken Glass. Top Story - June 2024.
Of all the students Mr. Benedick expected to see in his office, he did not expect the boy who was sitting there. What grade was this one, he thought? He walked over to his desk, looked at the folder Ms. Diner had left out for him, and opened it. There was a photo inside of it, taken from last year’s picture day. Not much growth; not too different. The boy sitting in front of him had nothing strange or unusual in his file, if a child’s life defined by having “nothing disruptive or regretful” in it could be called fine. Mr. Benedick also realized that “life” was an anagram of “file,” and wondered where that thought came from as he stared at the boy in front of him. Benny Duncan. Grade Four. Beloved by all his teachers so far. He had seen the boy playing with the other boys his age in the school yard at recess. Four Square and foot hockey. A normal-looking kid. A normal kid… And here he was, after a very stupid moment with the fire alarm and a shoe.
By Kendall Defoe 2 years ago in Fiction
