I can fly only because you have given
me your wings...
My love for you
Is like eating
Cotton candy
I can never...ever
Get enough
You extend
My being. . .
Making me feel
More alive...everyday
With your words
Your praises
Carrying me
Over the threshold
Where your 'love'
Sustains me. . .
More...then you know
Martin Powers wanted an ironing board for Christmas. Instead, he got . . . Matthew Kieler, a non-returnable gift, but a gift that kept on giving. A powerful tale of survival, compassion and unapologetic love in the time of AIDS.
‘I have to go back soon,’ says Adam one afternoon. Yes, I know he has to go back soon. He has to go back to London and to his job and his apprenticeship. He has taken the maximum number of days leave – he has taken his entire Summer holiday in the Sp
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