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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Suede Shoes
One: for the money; Two covers show time; three: prep. Four...shoe protection? * 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 years ago in Poets
That Look...
The first from the last touch of a stare (in my heart): the memory of you. * 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 years ago in Poets
A Happy Wedding?
Borrowed, ready for you. Then, something old and new. But what makes us blue? * 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 years ago in Poets
Kill Your Darlings
A screaming came across the sky… Was that Pynchon, he thought? Warren was in the middle of finishing up his third cup of coffee as he heard the noise growing outside his front door. His copy of “Gravity’s Rainbow” was in a box somewhere in the basement, unread except for a few chapters. But he always remembered that line. “A screaming comes across…”
By Kendall Defoe 3 years ago in Fiction
What Is The Funny?
Here I am on another Saturday night, staring at a screen and wondering what to do with myself. I spent most of the day at a book sale for a community organization and have just finished two separate earlier reads that I had put aside for far too long. I have also willfully sacrificed some other books for Montreal’s Livre-Service book boxes (a perfect way to contribute to public reading and a method of discovering what else is out there to cudgel the brains). As I cleaned up, I discovered some writings I had left on a shelf and wondered about for quite some time: S.J. Perlman’s New Yorker writings were there, a torn back cover and an intact front cover with the title The Rising Gorge. I had only read two or three pieces in it before abandoning it as a well-intentioned work of comedy that did not make me laugh. And now, as I attempted to read something light – Angela Carter and Mohsin Hamid were the writers I had imbibed earlier – I found the same difficulties facing me. I simply did not find it funny.
By Kendall Defoe 3 years ago in Geeks
