There Was No Hummingbird

March 9, 2024 / Kendall / Memoir, Selected

What were they like, the final minutes of his life? Was he resolute, calm, even liberated, as he hovered between life and death? I imagined him swimming to the surface after eons of holding his breath. Astonished by the details of the moment. The vanilla smell of pine bark, the peeling paint on the deck […]

My Place

December 12, 2021 / Kendall / Memoir

In my hands I am holding a small green leather bound book that was published in 1929. The title is engraved in gold letters on the front cover. The corners are slightly dented and the front edge is ragged as if each page was carefully torn. I open it up and feel myself tumbling through […]