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 (522/0)
The Pitch
Every weekend… Every weekend we come out here to see them play and he does the exact same things. Has his hands up to his face and just lets the other team run past with the ball. All those practices and he just does not do a thing when the game is on. Four years of this and he still does not care at all about it. When I was his age, I was out there wishing I had a uniform and a new ball to play with and people to make me better at the game. But no, we have to come out to the pitch and see him just freeze in front of all of the other parents and stand in the grass, mud and rain like a statue. No way he is ever going to stand up for himself in this life, I tell you now. I can see what is going to happen with him when he gets out there and has to fight for what he wants. No fight in him and just gonna let everyone in the whole damn world tell him what to do with himself. Every week we are seeing his future, believe me. So pathetic…
By Kendall Defoe 9 months ago in Fiction
The Soft Bulletin
From a chance encounter and memory... I knew the name; some doubts about their sound and choices. From a listening centre (remember Tower Records?).... Hypnotized by Spider Bites, Bleeding Heads, Waiting for a Superbeing and Disintegrations...
By Kendall Defoe 9 months ago in Critique
Ten Un-nominated Film Performances
The WGA-SAG/AFTRA Strike has passed one hundred days. The box office receipts for both “Barbie” and “Oppenheimer” have been very impressive (Greta Gerwig is now the first female director to steer a film past a billion dollars in ticket sales). I have just finished serving as a volunteer at a film festival in Montreal, Canada (one piece about the first part of my time served is already up; will cover the rest of it later). So, I am thinking about movies, particularly, the way that Hollywood behaves.
By Kendall Defoe 9 months ago in Geeks
The Prince's Eyes
It is strange what you can recall when the past recedes, warps and forces you to reconsider certain moments. This particular challenge is a challenge. Do we really remember the first time we wrote something just for ourselves? There is school, where the pen and paper are put in your hands and you are forced to write about things you may not care about, or to complete assignments that mean nothing to you. There are the letters and cards you might send to your friends, classmates and family. And then, if you do consider it, you want to write or create something of your own. All art is based on imitation of some kind. But I still have to wonder why I wrote that piece.
By Kendall Defoe 9 months ago in Writers
From a Small Town...
I have spent too much time looking at my guitars over the past year. Jeff Beck passed away and I gave my Fender Stratocaster a workout. David Crosby passed and I had my acoustic ready and going through my fingers with my memories and skills. And then, after a day where I planned lessons, had online interviews for online material in my courses, found myself returning to a festival to celebrate its final day as a volunteer, I looked at my cellphone.
By Kendall Defoe 9 months ago in Beat
- Top Story - August 2023
Three Little Pigs vs. The WolfTop Story - August 2023
I really need to record this one... It is a simple case, but I am not going to miss a single detail before I appear in court. There are stacks of files and documents, and I have represented Goose, Grimm and Associates for too long to make any errors. Two of the legal assistants, Geppetto and Van Winkle, were sent home for the day – they would be back for Monday’s first session – but I am not done yet. There was no demand to settle things out of court. That was not a surprise with such a gruesome case involving murder and property damage. There seemed to be a real vendetta here, something that just could not be settled between them.
By Kendall Defoe 9 months ago in Fiction