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Board Administrator Username: mjm Post Number: 3539 Registered: 11-1998 |
Honorable Mention The Stones Remember Lisa Janice Cohen A thousand horses thundered through this square before it formed a path for tourists' feet. Bilingual merchants barter with the living while weary riders ghost across worn stones slick with fountain spume and blood. Shirts with reproductions of the Alamo flap, strung like flags where Santa Anna’s men swept across the town, a desert wind. My ancestors are not buried here-- they fled from eastern Europe; family names, histories erased. Your stories lure me into galleries and air-conditioned shops where the dead haggle for my attention; memory the last coin left to spend. |
