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.
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Margo Gorman 
The paragraph has caught my attention and imagination. It draws me in and I would like to read more. There is more, isn’t there?
Hi Carol, I wrote a piece after Antz’ death and shared it around but I deem it unfit for public consumption at the moment. I just wanted to share how he is in my consciousness in a dynamic way and his impact on me did not end when he died. Margo
Was he your father in law? How do you spell your husband’s name?
The impact of people we love stays with us and leaves us, hopefully better for knowing them.