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All Those Stars
Pierre Fontenot October 21, 2016 Comments Off on All Those StarsThere I was, a long way from home, Louisiana boy trying to do some antique business with a dealer from Kansas. A plastic milk crate filled with many objects and I say, “How much
Read More »The Ceremony Of Coffee
Pierre Fontenot October 7, 2016 Comments Off on The Ceremony Of CoffeeHer husband brought her coffee every morning. Not just when they were newlyweds, not just when things were hunky-dory, every morning, mornings after spats, mornings after she wished she could take back things she’d
Read More »Minds Were Made To Wonder
Pierre Fontenot September 15, 2016 Comments Off on Minds Were Made To WonderI wonder if Hitler had a guardian angel. Do pessimists have negative blood? Ever wonder what was the best thing before sliced bread? And who put the “s” in lisp? I wonder who invented
Read More »Bittersweet
Pierre Fontenot September 2, 2016 Comments Off on BittersweetI remember a day in my childhood, at my grandmother’s; it’s her, my aunt, my first cousin, and me, the little boy kid. They were going through a photo album, mostly black ‘n white,
Read More »A Good Morning For Mourning
Pierre Fontenot August 4, 2016 Comments Off on A Good Morning For MourningMy old dog Kramer is dying, been dying all of 2016, cancer, and failing heart. She has several tumors on her right side, just before the back leg. Nothing the vet can do, but
Read More »July In Our Neck O’ The Woods
Pierre Fontenot July 21, 2016 Comments Off on July In Our Neck O’ The WoodsIn June kids, teachers and parents are still transitioning from the end of school, but you cross over into July, and something changes; summer gets settled and official. July is the most casual of
Read More »Local
Pierre Fontenot July 12, 2016 Comments Off on LocalLocal is knowing what the locals mean when they tell you to take a left at the old Sears, even when there’s no old Sears anymore. Local is knowing which bank they mean, when
Read More »Bittersweet
Pierre Fontenot June 23, 2016 Comments Off on BittersweetI remember a day in my childhood, at my grandmother’s; it’s her, my aunt, my first cousin, and me, the little boy kid. They were going through a photo album, mostly black ‘n white,
Read More »If I Had But One
Pierre Fontenot June 9, 2016 Comments Off on If I Had But OneIf I had but one advice for teenage me it would be, “Your elders are smarter than they talk, steadier than they walk, and more than they do.” At 15 I saw the What,
Read More »The Performance Of Her Life
Pierre Fontenot May 18, 2016 Comments Off on The Performance Of Her LifeMy father answered The Call. I don’t know if they still use that phrase, but in the 1950’s, someone like my father, who was supposed to continue on in the family farming business could
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