antz

Antz danced into my dreams last night unannouned and vanished in a split screen leaving only a strip of his eyes bright against black. Later my phone beeped his birthday. I relive the intensity of the personal as political with memories of Letraset for Outcome magazine in the pre-computer 70’s; canal walks in Lancaster; earthy-arty laughter. His eyes help me find the cracks to let the light in.