There is nowhere on earth, no mountain, no jungle, no tenement, no desert, no church, no temple, no mosque, no refugee camp, no tribe, no race, where a human being, no matter how obscure the language or culture or lifestyle cannot look at America and see themselves. Despots and tyrants and mass murderers cannot look here without seeing the women and men of their tribe, of their region, of their religion, of their language, of their nation living as free human beings, as Americans. - excerpt from America by Kevin O'Kendley (full text in short story section this website).
Please give to UNICEF/ U.S. Fund, Children First/ 125 Maiden Lane/ New York, New York, 10038/ 800- 367-5437
A woman's face is soothing, her body not so much...
Women are 90% of all beauty, men 1%; the rest is up to the pollsters.
“I plan to convert to Islam, immigrate to Israel, and marry four Jewish wives.” - Unknown
Or: I plan to masturbate in sign language -- Latin -- so I don’t know what I’m doing and can’t be held legally responsible.
Please give to the National Breast Cancer Foundation/ 2600 Network Boulevard, Suite 300/ Frisco, Texas/ 75034/ 972-248-9200
In the early 80s, white supremacists murdered migrants in Northern California, shooting them as they passed by on Southern Pacific freight trains, and in other ways. The social scientists had a point system. Dead black folks earned the most points -- Mexicans, Mojaves, Modocs and such were in the middle -- white folks garnered the least.
He wasn’t sure how to take the points system, being white and all. Huh? The scoring system was a sick thing to think about but it did have a sad irony to it… -- semi-excerpt from “Danny Boy,” a novel by Kevin O’Kendley, waiting to be published...
In the interaction between someone working as a cashier and a customer the dynamic is one of business, one of mutual respect, with no person the superior, a meeting of equals:
In businesses where wages might be low -- fast food joints -- management should allow a tip jar. Those customers that want to show an appreciation, a respect for the folks working, can tip. Anyone that doesn’t see it that way or doesn’t wish to tip does not have to.
Please give to the Diabetes, Endocrine, and Nutrition Center/ 417 State Street, #235/ Bangor, Maine, 04401/ 207-973-7334
Charleston: I'm sorry for your loss and ours...
To help family members and the Emanuel African Methodist Episcopal Church: Please give to Mother Emanuel Hope Fund/ c/o Charleston P.O. Box 304/ Charleston, South Carolina, 29402
This website has received 223,000 Likes in roughly a year or more. Thank you very much.
Looking for a literary agent to represent two finished novels... Please see published novel Otis Moon this site.
I also have nearly 60 short stories available for two anthologies...
Please give to the Unitarian Universalist Service Committee for Nepal Aid/ 689 Massachusetts Avenue/ Cambridge, Massachusetts, 02139/ 617-868-6600
Kevin O'Kendley is the owner of Carbuncle Moon, and the author of all original material on the website (there has been a very limited editorial input in some of my work). Quoted sources are noted. I am responsible for all posts.
Kevin O'Kendley: P.O. Box 172, Winterport, Maine, 04496, and 200 P Street, A-32, Sacramento, California, 95814, email@example.com.
Technical help is provided by an evolving computer genius, my son, Conor O'Kendley. A good kid with a great heart who can be reached at P.O. Box 172, Winterport, Maine, 04496.
Photography provided by a visual artist, my daughter, Caitlin O'Kendley, a young woman with a beautiful soul.
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