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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Should a Canadian Write about London?
Dear London, I owe you an apology. I think I had better explain myself. I was sent to visit relatives there in the summer of 1988. I was fourteen and a serious pain in the neck, but I was in good company. I remember that from the ride from airport to the flat that I would be staying in, I heard nothing but complaints. My very West Indian relatives pointed out how difficult it was to get ahead due to their race and class, even pointing out different buildings and places where they recalled insults and proved that they had a point. Later that same night, the relative I was staying with would get into a shouting match with a drunk in the street who was slapping a woman around (fortunately, this was from a balcony several stories up in the East End). Plaistow had its charms.
By Kendall Defoe 4 months ago in Journal
Waxing for all the Waning
Dear Lunar Neighbour, Pick a shape, and stick with it! Signed, all Earthlings... * Note: I know that a haiku for this Challenge might seem rather odd, but I think that the best notes to neighbours and the like should be brief, and I have also just hit the right word count, so there.
By Kendall Defoe 4 months ago in Poets
CFS: Montréal's Film Society
I feel as though I am finally ready to write about Montreal’s Cineclub Film Society, a group that programs and airs films of original prints at theatres and other locations around the city. But I feel as though I should have done this quite some time ago. It was a problem of neglecting what was so obviously a part of my life that I never felt that it would matter if I spoke about them at all. Now, I feel that you should all know what happens in Canada’s playground during the difficult autumn and winter seasons. But my story does not begin with just a breakdown of the organization. This is a personal story.
By Kendall Defoe 4 months ago in Geeks
Political Twenty-Nine
All the king's liars, and all the king's henchmen...lost. You are back again! * 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 4 months ago in Poets
The Drunk
This is all my fault. She did not try very hard. The bottle she had in her hand was vodka and very expensive (first mistake); she tried to sit between Robert and Kerwin (second); she felt upset when one of them picked it up – that very overpriced booze – to see what it was she was drinking.
By Kendall Defoe 5 months ago in Fiction
The Rupture
My children... The Dark Lord himself has let the morbid believers of the Up-Above fool his followers into thinking that they would be taken up, and we have all had a nice laugh with all of their most pitiful miscalculations and threats to the rest of us...heathens. We know that we will be taken down at the end of this month as the demons and spirits rise up and finally make their promise real with our corporeal forms now dismissed as we all dance, celebrate and laugh with his true light-giver.
By Kendall Defoe 5 months ago in Fiction
October 5, 1969. Top Story - October 2025.
There are plenty of reasons to believe that we are at the end of something. I have watched plenty of the rapture videos out there, both before and after, trying to find some practical reason as to why the chosen ones were not chosen, and they can no longer work or even commute after losing their jobs and cars. There is the growing sense that the world is losing its collective sanity - for what it was worth - with wars, protests, authoritarian governments that seem to ignore what the people want (especially if they put them in power). Things are crumbling. As the poet said, The centre cannot hold. We are doomed!
By Kendall Defoe 5 months ago in Geeks
Haunted?
Mom… I hope you are not too sad that I am gone and that you know that I always love you and mr bunny that you always put on my bed when I was sleeping and he would fall off and I would wake up and find him on the chair beside me until one day you tried to wake me up and I could not get up and mr bunny was on the floor but all I could hear was you screaming and daddy screaming and bobby and danny crying and pretending that they were not when I went into the room and they could not see me and that was when I knew what was happening and I tried to cry too but all I could do was stand there and they said they felt cold as I walked past them and mr bunny was on the ground and you and daddy were still crying and I tried to pick him up and you were so loud and I kept trying and he fell out of the chair and you got so scared that you left me all alone and I could look at myself and I knew what was happening and I was not even scared with the sickness and you would not step back in with daddy and left me here so I said that I could write this if I really tried and it look like yes! I can write to you and leave this for you after all this and you can know that I am still here and that I am not going to scare you or daddy or bobby and danny and you can send me a note and I am a big girl and you were the best and mr bunny is yours now and please write to me when you can and I will always be here for you and you should not cry so much I love you and I am your daughter…
By Kendall Defoe 5 months ago in Fiction
