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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A Writer's Blockade?
Now this is something different… I was looking at the comments and notifications on my work yesterday, in the middle of house-hunting and preparing lessons (two apartments visited; three online classes taught). There were the usual praises and critiques – fewer of the latter than before – and I was curious about how people were interpreting the last piece I wrote on the fortieth anniversary of a film about paranormal hunters (you know the one). I really did not expect the message I received over a haiku that I wrote in order to get myself back to work:
By Kendall Defoe 2 years ago in Writers
Ghostbusters Turns Forty!
June 8th, 1984, started it all... The summer of 1984 was a very traumatic time for me and the family. My father had died in December of 1983, and my mother was determined to enjoy her life and try to create as normal a world for me as she could. There would be trips to family and friends in New York and California, an attempt to get me interested in judo (no comment) and a move to a new home not too far from my old neighbourhood, but clearly a bigger and fresher space for all of us. And, then there were the movies...
By Kendall Defoe 2 years ago in Geeks
Underwear
Now this was cruel… The red digital display said 3:00 and he knew that it was in the morning. What else could it be in the dark, under the comforter in a very large bed all by himself? Derrick was a busy man with a lot to consider and handle both in his work and his life, but this was very unfair.
By Kendall Defoe 2 years ago in Fiction
Deputy
It was a long time before anyone spoke, but the boy knew almost immediately that he had made a mistake. “What kind of a question is that?” His father, halfway through his rice pilaf and roasted vegetables, was frozen with anger. He shook his dreadlocks at the boy and seemed to be on the edge of breakdown. “Who would ask such a thing over dinner?”
By Kendall Defoe 2 years ago in Fiction
The Thursday Haiku
Note: It was not a great day for me, and I needed to create this. I could explain everything that happened to be today, but I am going to let this poem get it all out. I think that I have reached my limit, and that I need to take a real break before I collapse and find myself a short-term shut in.
By Kendall Defoe 2 years ago in Poets
The Assistant
The following letter was found in the desk of Ms. Sue Alva McIntyre, a former mother of four, grandmother of five, who decided to share the material with her local library many years ago. The letter itself was found in the archives and there was much speculation as to why it was never shared with the general public (such matters should become clear to the reader). It was deemed historically significant, and therefore shared with the general public.
By Kendall Defoe 2 years ago in History
