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 Student Sonnet. Top Story - March 2024.
Note: I have pretty much been dead on my feet this week with the midterm exams, weather weirdness in Canada, and the usual obsessions and concerns over money and future work (thank you, stress headache...stressache?). So, this may not be my best work, but I think it explains where my head is at and what I have had to deal with...
By Kendall Defoe 2 years ago in Poets
Valentine's Ashes
“What is love? Oh baby, don’t hurt me… Don’t hurt me…no more…” - What Is Love – Haddaway (1993) It is interesting to me to reflect on the fact that the moment I saw this challenge – Love Unraveled – I thought of this mid-90s hit and its very bitter heart within the beats. Looking over the lyrics, it feels as though I am not alone in my feelings about love.
By Kendall Defoe 2 years ago in Humans
At the Gate...
If he had been able to cry without the wind creating these tears, it would be a pure moment of joy. The patch of gravel he stood on was quite wide and slippery, but he felt no fear. It was the other bodies around him that impressed him now, as did that view, and he could not move. It had taken him a long while to walk and beat the sun that touched the edge of the sky and blew away the darkness and strong shroud of clouds. There was the valley that he could see clearly now, and soon as he would make his way down the mountain. There was the path that was still visible in the dim light and dying mist that headed down the slope. With his fatigue, he thought that the chances of him making it up on time would not be a success, but here he was, tearing up at the joy in his eyes. The others were also trying to shed tears not whipped up by the wind and failing at the effort. But their emotions were raw and pure as they saw what the sun could do, what the clouds were hiding, and what their efforts at climbing and tracing their path led to; here, the highest point in the country.
By Kendall Defoe 2 years ago in Fiction
Solvitur ambulando
It is a phrase that is said to have been created by Saint Augustine, meaning to refer to a problem which is solved by a practical experiment. Now, that is the direct Wikipedia definition, and I think that it can explain more about why I continue to do this.
By Kendall Defoe 2 years ago in Lifehack
Addiction - Chapter III
The stuff… Story will continue, but I want to get back to what happened... It was always fantastic after a difficult day to return to my habit. I could clear my thoughts, prepare myself for certain challenges, and be confident enough to ignore my past.
By Kendall Defoe 2 years ago in Chapters
Territory
We had delayed this meeting for long enough. Once a year, there was a get-together of all the concerned parties to discuss what was to be done with this bare patch of astral space. Recently, there were intrusions from mankind, but we were still in charge. We would decide what to do with our special place.
By Kendall Defoe 2 years ago in Fiction
Lagom
From Real Poetic's challenge: Let me tell you a story. I know that Mr. Gordon would be really upset if he knew I was doing this, but what else can you do in the winter. It's a cold one, and I have somehow made off with a little paper and a pen I made on my own. Amazed what people will trade for just the chance to say something that will keep; something that will go one when I'm long gone.
By Kendall Defoe 2 years ago in Fiction
Happy Inside
It was a long and cold walk home. February in ’64 was not kind to Listerville, and John Korde just wanted to get back to a warm place and not have to think about his grades. Ms. Laker said that he was doing better with math (You just need to focus, young man), but his marks were still in the toilet and his dad was not shy about telling him so (What is wrong with you, young man?). He pulled his knapsack closer to him as the wind picked up and the snow refused to stop.
By Kendall Defoe 2 years ago in Fiction
Political One
Canadian here: Be Democrat in the streets, Republican? Hmm... Flying high...! * 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 2 years ago in Poets
