J.M. Kendall's debut collection, available now from Talented Strategies, LLC (Fall 2026)

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J.M. Kendall's music turns an unflinching eye toward masculinity, vulnerability, and the quiet truths men rarely say aloud. Available now.

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J.M. Kendall portrait

J. M. Kendall is a man who stands at the edge of emotional exile, quietly searching for a place where authenticity is not punished. In his work, the poet reveals the silent burden many men carry — the expectation to remain unshaken, unemotional, and endlessly strong. His voice is restrained yet aching, shaped by years of being told what he should and should not feel. Rather than a dramatic outcry, his poems speak through exhaustion, vulnerability, and the painful recognition that loneliness can exist even in crowded rooms.

Kendall presents masculinity not as power, but as confinement. Every line reflects the struggle of a man denied the freedom to express hurt, tenderness, or emotional need without judgment. He longs not for fame, wealth, or escape, but for something far more difficult to find: acceptance without performance.

Ultimately, his poems are portraits of a man searching for emotional permission — to exist honestly, to speak openly, and to be loved without condition. His greatest desire is profoundly human: to stand before another person and finally feel safe enough to simply be himself.

photograph by Lukas Rychvalsky

selected works

a poem

Pray

By J. M. Kendall

What do you do when your age, experience, and wisdom intimidate?
What do you do when your achievement, effort, and persistence shine?
What do you do when your performance, planning, and preparation excel?
What do you do when your achievement, effort, and persistence inspire?
What do you do when your determination, focus, and success flourish?
What do you do when your execution opportunity and preparation align?
What do you do when your goals, habits, and results prosper?
What do you do when your faith, patience and perseverance waver?
Pray.

Longing

By J. M. Kendall

I'm longing for a place
Where I can be me.
No expectations
Other than those I impose on myself,
To care for those I love,
To support those I like,
To be with those I wish.
I share what bothers me, but I'm told,
“That doesn’t bother you.”
“You can’t be hurt by words.”
“You don’t have emotions.”
Anguish and tears are disallowed.
And so
I realized the deepest form of loneliness
isn’t being alone.
It’s being around people
who won’t let you be yourself.
My goal is to find someone.
Anyone.
Somewhere.
Anywhere.
With whom…
I can be me.

Punishing

By J. M. Kendall

I pine for all the hurt I cause to those who seek consistency.
I hurt for all the anguish I pass on to others who look for peace.
I anguish for all the resentment toward those who search for love.
I grieve for all the aching I have caused...
As I pause for an answer to my questions.
Waiting is punishing.

Living

By J. M. Kendall

I die on the inside
each day, waiting for the next
to brighten my path,
to confirm my decisions,
and to bring out the best I have to offer.
Similarities subtract.
If two are the same, one is not needed.
Differences compound.
If two are different, they complement.
They build together in a close, sacred bond.
No soul survives alone,
and no heart truly beats alone.
To love is to give breath
while finding breath within yourself.
Loving is living.

Hoping

By J. M. Kendall

Forever like love
wanting is the nourishment of life.
Caring is the sustenance of the soul.
Being is the nutrition needed to survive.
Day in and day out.
When the sun goes down
and I am left with only thoughts and prayers
I wonder what the future holds.
I pause…
Hoping.

Being

By J. M. Kendall

To be or not to be?
A comical way to live one’s life.
The answer to the question is to be.
Conscious presence.
Living reality.
Experiencing the occupation of life as oneself.
Being strong.
Being valiant.
Being vulnerable.
Being.

Melting

by J.M. Kendall

Sitting still and calm
While neural activity shears inside.
No attention.
No behaviors.
No connectivity.
No control.
No functioning.
No thoughts.
 
I fight those brown eyes.
And I see me.
 
Melting.

Missing

by J.M. Kendall

I miss…
Your ears...
Your eyes...
Your hair...
Your nose...
Your neck...
Your smile...
Your touch...
Your voice...
...you.

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