Hunger and Tears

” I cry for all of the ways that we have tried to voice are pain, through words, through dance, through hymns, through protests, through silence, through carrying signs, through law suits, through chants, through the sweat of our bodies.”

Someone To Watch Over Me

My older brother Keith died of AIDS in 1989. ┬áHe was two years older than me. He was addicted to drugs, heroin I think. The images of him slowly passing away as his body shriveled is still in here. All of us were too confused to really do anything. Not sure why I rarely speak…