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...
And I did this:
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Enumeration Enumerated
I need to explain what I did. When I was in my twenties, I went from job to job very quickly. Most of the money I made went toward a plan to help me all the way through school, although I still managed to waste some of it. Knowing that I could jump from one lousy job to another without much difficulty helped…for a while. I am not sure where this confidence came from, but it did allow me to create a list of over twenty jobs when someone asked how many types of employment I had in those early years.
By Kendall Defoe 2 years ago in The Swamp
Broken Glass. Top Story - June 2024.
Of all the students Mr. Benedick expected to see in his office, he did not expect the boy who was sitting there. What grade was this one, he thought? He walked over to his desk, looked at the folder Ms. Diner had left out for him, and opened it. There was a photo inside of it, taken from last year’s picture day. Not much growth; not too different. The boy sitting in front of him had nothing strange or unusual in his file, if a child’s life defined by having “nothing disruptive or regretful” in it could be called fine. Mr. Benedick also realized that “life” was an anagram of “file,” and wondered where that thought came from as he stared at the boy in front of him. Benny Duncan. Grade Four. Beloved by all his teachers so far. He had seen the boy playing with the other boys his age in the school yard at recess. Four Square and foot hockey. A normal-looking kid. A normal kid… And here he was, after a very stupid moment with the fire alarm and a shoe.
By Kendall Defoe 2 years ago in Fiction
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
