Louis Giron
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I am a neurologist by day; and a poet at any other time, usually the smallest hours of the night. In San Antonio, I grew up on Bach, Chopin, Beethoven and Mozart—as well as on Lara, Lecuona, Ponce and Granados. But Mariachi music readily came out at parties and fiesta. This poem wrestles with the whys, substance and contradictions of Mariachi music and the Mexican experience.
Winning Entry: I Am a Fado Song
Contest Won: Margaret Reid Poetry Contest for Traditional Verse 2008, Second Prize
Winning Entry: The Sleeper
Contest Won: Margaret Reid Poetry Contest for Traditional Verse 2009, Honorable Mention
Winning Entry: Ars anti-Poetica/Halloween candy
Contest Won: Tom Howard/John H. Reid Poetry Contest 2008, Highly Commended
Winning Entry: To Misunderstand Mariachi Music
Contest Won: Tom Howard/John H. Reid Poetry Contest 2011, Most Highly Commended
Winning Entry: What Was Left Out, Perchance to Dream
Contest Won: War Poetry Contest 2006, Honorable Mention