Kendall Defoe
Bio
Teacher, reader, writer, dreamer... I am a college instructor who cannot stop letting his thoughts end up on the page.
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Stories (542/0)
Fletch and the Man Who
2024 is turning out to be a pretty ugly year. There is the continued war in the Middle East (when isn’t there one, you might say; so cynical), price inflation for basic food items (priceflation is an expression I will not use after completing this piece), there is the election noise of the various parties up here in my beloved Canada…and down below. Our parties seem to grow quickly, like mold in a basement. And I tend to wonder why there isn’t more growth in that noisy basement I refer to as the United States. I tend to ignore politics until it is trying to take more money out of my wallet, or asking me to care…or entertaining me on the page or screen.
By Kendall Defoe 2 months ago in BookClub
Goodbye, Joe
Lookout Joe, you're comin' home. Old times were good times, Old times were good times. 'Lookout Joe' - Neil Young Strange having Neil's lyrics in my head as I think about my own feelings about the passing of Joe Flaherty. I was, once again, surfing pages on my phone after a long day of teaching and discovered that another icon from my youth was gone. I also wondered if this might have been a joke. April first had just passed, and I was ready for anything. But seriously, this? The death of one of my most beloved figures from my childhood? The loss of a man who was a keystone in one of the greatest comedy programs ever broadcast?
By Kendall Defoe 2 months ago in Humor
Half a Sonnet
Note: I thought about how it was mentioned that with this particular challenge, we had only seven lines, meaning - to me - half of the sonnet form. Not that I obeyed the rules for any sonnet, but I did wonder about what to say with the poem (obeying a rule for only half of it seemed wrong).
By Kendall Defoe 2 months ago in Poets
Mental Health
My Word: Psychologist The Challenge: Oops...! Well, I lost my spot, but the gist is…you are cool, and we can stop the post-school babble. When you are in a pool of logic and tips, you should always go for the tool that gets down to that rich soil where old ghosts and buried emotional loot reside.
By Kendall Defoe 2 months ago in Fiction
A Meal for Mary
She woke up smiling. It was a beautiful day, and she had to decide on the evening meal before she went shopping. Some of the old cookbooks were already open, but they really did not offer any advice. Italian? Indian? Greek? Maybe it would be better to choose something that was closer to home. Her dinner guest would not want to be too surprised when he came over that evening for their yearly get-together. Yes, something close to what they already knew would be best.
By Kendall Defoe 2 months ago in Fiction
One More Drink
At least I am with my friends… That is what I am going to tell myself tonight, as I look over the menu and think about what I want to do and what is coming up later. I can see so many things clearly, and yet I am still wondering which one of them is going to destroy my life. But maybe that it just it: my life is supposed to be destroyed. All for the greater good, as I am told. And I want to believe that, but still…
By Kendall Defoe 2 months ago in Fiction
Back to the Crowd
So, I did it… It has been a strange few days. The weather returned, once again, to the trickery that is winter in Montreal, Canada. You can never tell when Mother Nature will play games with the city, and a snowstorm hit us with a dusting of whiteness and cold that I did not expect to be so heavy. On the radio, as I got in a bit of stretching and breakfast, the radio covered the funeral of one of our more controversial prime ministers, Brian Mulroney (it is still amazing to me how quickly people forget the full story of certain political leaders). Not really the best moment to be stuck inside with grey skies and no work to do (all papers already marked; just grades to post). I went back online to amuse myself and think about another Saturday night with nothing to do.
By Kendall Defoe 2 months ago in Writers