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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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 4 months ago in Fiction
Observations on My Birthday
With all the rapturing talk, and the nonsense of that...ahem...world leader taking over the airwaves, I kind of ignored my own birthday. Crossing over that date provides plenty of its own amusements without the nonsense of the wider world. I note that I do not have as much energy as I did when I first began running as a teenager and attempted to keep my health. I misplace things around the house and begin to think that I am pulling a prank on myself without the fear that I am just losing my mind. And I have no interest in a lot of old habits that I once thought would define me forever.
By Kendall Defoe 4 months ago in Confessions
Just a touch...
Alone in this dark... A path home in the woods...but who just touched my back? Alone? * 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 5 months ago in Poets
And what do you think, Mr. Robbins?. Top Story - September 2025.
No, I had no idea what the title meant when I picked up this book from the local library. And no, I was not a long time fan of the author when I heard of his death and found that I had two of his paperbacks ready to go: “Another Roadside Attraction” (his first novel), and “Jitterbug Perfume” (catchy titles, I think). But I knew his name. I had seen the books and I knew that someone was actually insane enough to make a film out of his “Even Cowgirls Get the Blues,” a film starring Uma Thurman as a hitchhiker with a very generous length of thumb (no, it was not a hit). And I stayed away from them all. My feeling was that Mr. Tom Robbins belonged to that interesting clique of writers from the late sixties that once had the ear of the zeitgeist, but soon lost it when people realized that they had nothing else to say (reviewing the remainder pile of the local bookstores has become an unmerciful duty). There was no place in my life for books on hippies, the counterculture that failed, and the false promise of psychedelics.
By Kendall Defoe 5 months ago in BookClub
