Kyle Kendall's Writings
Transom boys. Playing at being heroes, and hovering just above the threshold of life. Small maneuvers that call to mind the way a ship's sails billow out above the deep. Hallway girls. Roaming from adventure to adventure, planting beets and leafy greens with soft, inebriate skin. Your mothers are calling bloody-tongued, from burnt...
Stuffy sidewalk saddled under. Feet grumble gamble for purchase. It's cold. Puffed-up pedestrians pummel ice and snow, pampered in down or wool or cotton or polyester blend. Crusty snow-angels carved into the milky membrane stretched over everything. Everyone comes out. Everyone is happycold. Rouged hands and faces etched with awe. The landscape is...
I sat on a waist-high brick wall with the drunken moon, its head on my shoulder.”
I live in the grand city of Athens, Ga. Right now i am a sous chef at a downtown tapas restaurant. I am back in school to finish the English degree that i left in the rich dirt of the Appalachian mountains ten years ago. I hope to go on to...
Kyle’s Favorite Books
so, so many