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 Man without a Story
Maybe it’s just my nature, or the way I look, but people loved to tell me their stories. I just seemed to be made for people to talk to when they needed to share some part of themselves they thought was hidden or forgotten. They always shared it with me. Just my nature…
By Kendall Defoe 4 years ago in Fiction
Flash
He was in the air, but he was not flying. In one brief minute, his body was up, taking its time to understand what was happening to it as there became a change from the seat he knew too well to the landscape that he thought he knew and yet seemed very strange to him from this particular point of view. A strange thought, just in this moment. Was he thinking too much? His instincts moved very quickly in what was really a short space of time. He was definitely not flying. Instead, he had his dreams and thoughts. Heavy memories were weighing him down more than the gravity claiming him for itself.
By Kendall Defoe 4 years ago in Fiction
Partridge
Absolutely exquisite… That is how Sheryl would describe such a day, thought Philip. The sun had finally come out in the afternoon, pushing the gloom of the morning to the side so that the blue sky could remind everyone that it was still there. Three days of rain and grayness had bothered all of their souls, but now the weather was behaving the way it should in the last weeks of a long summer. Philip thought about his Sheryl.
By Kendall Defoe 4 years ago in Fiction
Ball
Idea from James Knowlson’s biography of Samuel Beckett – “Damned to Fame”: When Beckett travelled to New York to supervise the filming of “Film” (1965), he attended a baseball game with his American editor/publisher Barney Rossett. Beckett could eventually follow the game; this was the only time he visited New York and the only baseball game that he attended. Not sure which team he saw (Mets or Yankees).
By Kendall Defoe 4 years ago in Poets
First Lines...
Just one of my little experiments... See if you can guess what I did: I. All of this more or less happened, Lolita, light of my life. It is a truth universally acknowledged that, it was the best of times; it was the worst of times, and many years later, as he faced the firing squad, Colonel Aureliano Buenidia was to remember that distant afternoon when Mrs. Oedipa Maas came home from a Tupperware party and Mrs. Dalloway said she would buy the flowers herself.
By Kendall Defoe 4 years ago in Fiction
Thoughts on Charlie
Charlie was our darling. Yes, the heartbeat of the band many consider to be the greatest rock and roll band of all time – the Rolling Stones, if you needed a reminder – has been taken away from us. Eighty years young and cancer stepped in to take him off the world stage. I was in front of a computer screen at home, surfing and scrolling at documents for work and to pretend I was into my job, and I just had to stop for a moment and consider the moment. Most of us knew that he was ill and that a tour had been delayed (now cancelled?) but this was not on my list of possibilities. Why not? Well, he was a Rolling Stone…
By Kendall Defoe 4 years ago in Beat
