At the edge of this ugly, gray, most magnificent city, again the bread falls with the buttered sided down. Angry husband/angry dog, the Universal Black Madonna, a lovely friend dying slowly of drink; Kacka’s horse is lame, mother is on the telephone, the basement floods, the computer crashes, say a prayer for the beloved white rat (not mouse). One joking, screaming woman ties it all together. The “stolen souls that catch on my line” are added like the chains around her neck. They are lost window reflections and glimpses at a journal left open to a certain page. You and I are invited to sift through the layers, hours, confrontations, and memories of her-my-your grandfather. D.Z. shows you almost everything.
© copyright Susanne K. Frantz 
Susanne K. Frantz




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